Tuesday February 1st (aka national strug day)

Today Maggie and I ate breakfast for the last time at the Carat hotel :( Of course the weird lady who didnt like us was there, and when we went to sit down, she asked if we could pick any table but that one because some sick man wants to sit there because he needs room to do his exercises. And then she acted out the exercises he had to do... he never showed up. So after breakfast we when to watch the glockenspiel where everyday at 11 and 12pm the characters in it move and act out historical events. Then we hauled all of our stuff to the underground for about 40 minutes to get to the airport to fly into London... if only it were that easy.
When we arrived at the airport we had about 1.5 hours until our luggage needed to be checked in. Since we couldnt find the ryan air booth we went and asked the information desk where it was. the woman said that ryan air didnt fly out of that airport and that the airport we needed to go to was in a different town that was over an hour away! Earlier we had been assured by multiple people that there was only one airport in munich and that we were headed to the right one. The lady said that our only chance that we..¨might make our flight¨ is if we took a taxi there. So Maggie and I ran to get in a taxi and got in the first car. The driver looked like santa claus and didnt speak any english. we showed him our boarding pass and pointed out the town. He started driving and then pulled over after 5 minutes and wanted to see that paper again. (he just made a gesture that looked like a piece of paper) he put the town in his GPS system and started driving again. After about an hour we saw the exit for the airport (it even had a plane on the sign) and were relieved that we might have time to catch our flight. The driver was driving too fast, and braked harshly but missed that exit!!! And then he conveniently drove past the next 3 exits that came up on the road while continuing to mumble probably German swear words randomly. So he kept driving for about another 20 minutes and turned around in another random town. Then Maggie had to practically tell him how to get into the airport parking lot by pointing. And we were the foreginers... By this point we were very stressed and frustrated with this Santa taxi driver. Especially when he just wrote a price he thought the ride should be. Atleast he had stopped the timer when he got lost but 200 euro was pretty ridiculous for a lost taxi driver and we didnt even have that much on us so we gave him what we had which was pretty close to the amount and jumped out of the car. Luckily we were able to make our flight and get to London.... But then the strug continued...
After that stress fest all we wanted to do was relax. When we arrived at our hostel we found another creepy hostel owner who was quick to tell us all about how everyone meets on the first floor at 10pm and will get free alcohol and transportation to clubs. Maggie and I pretended to be interested and were even more freaked out when the poster advertising one of the clubs looked like a girl on fire. I did not want to be that girl on fire...
We got up to our room only to find that the website had lied to us because there was only one twin bed.... with some creepy stains. We put our stuff down and started walking around town looking for hotels, but we eventually decided to stick it out and it wasn´t too bad. It was actually really nice and quiet at night but I was definitely ready to go after 3 nights of the creepy owner trying to dance with me and all the awkward moments that come with unisex bathrooms.