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Destination: Munich. Unexpected.

“The best way to avoid disappointment is to NOT expect anything…”  

As you can see it’s an unfiltered photo. So I think it’s best to tell you our story with no sugar-coated and chocolate fillings.  Please bear with me and read the whole story.

I was hesitant about going there August last year but hubby wanted to visit it as it was both our first time. Also, it’s our  “just us trip” and left our boy with the grandparents. Yes, it was sort of adventure actually. Trip was from Zürich to Munich.  When we stepped out of the train station we found so many immigrants (refugees) some were going about their everyday life and others just hanging out around the train station. I remember the time I was in Milan it’s the same scene and police are everywhere just watching them make a wrong move. A cousin of mine told me to take care.  We wonder Munich is like we never expected. It seems almost everyone are either a tourist or an immigrant. If you know what I mean.

Went on a bus tour around the City and just sit back and relax, choose which ones you fancy to look around and get out of the bus in the designated bus stops.  We became like a child again. Enjoying kids Park & its surrounding. Thinking how we wish our son is with us instead but we remind ourselves this is our holiday.  Well holiday is fun until it gets spoiled.

We did walk around the City near the train station as our hotel is just 2 blocks away. We followed the crowd armed with a map just in case and shopping district and some churches or Cathedral are just beside each other… funny! It seems the City Center has been constructed within the famous tourist area so the businesses flourish as well. It’s a win-win situation.

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After all the walking, tour and shopping, finally we can sit and enjoy the foods and even sharing a big glass of beer but sometimes it can bring an unfortunate event like food poisoning or something that my hubby’s stomach rejected. Perhaps it’s the sauerkraut. Our holiday started to get sour indeed.

First, vomiting every few minutes with no real emergency hospital to rely on (past midnight) as we went to two of them and both no doctor around but a rude staff whose unsympathetic. Only one Filipino nurse or attendant was there who tried to help us by being human giving us a plastic bag only but he’s just new there and not in the position to help and just explained that unfortunately this is how it is there. He cannot give any medicine either as it’s their rules which I understand as he’s not a doctor even though it’s easy to know what hubby needs is just an anti nausea tablet to prevent further dehydration. Nope no medicine. Why no doctor around for emergency?  I’ve no idea!  At least I have experienced in the Philippines the word “EMERGENCY” rings true to its meaning whether public or private hospital there is somebody who is rushing to help you, considering they think it is a 3rd World Country compare to Munich.  Unbelievable isn’t it?

No wonder why 2 of the taxi drivers we spoke to was so bitter and told us that vomiting or not feeling well in Munich doesn’t give us an excuse to go to an “emergency”. Now we realize the plight of immigrants in that place. No wonder there’s chaos and violence because there’s lacking of sympathy. It’s like saying “this is how it is here, if you don’t like it then you’re free to go!”. For us, yes we can do that and be happy to do so. But how about those people who doesn’t have a choice? Who they thought it’s a fresh start for them only to get a slap on the face and being insolent with them regardless of what they have already gone through? I feel sorry for them and this is a part of their life now and reality. No wonder they have become hard and hostile.  Which life is better?  the life they had left behind or the life they are facing now?

And it doesn’t end there. For another stroke of bad luck all the pharmacy’s were close! We have accepted the fate that there’s really no emergency hospital in a true sense of the word… but never expected the pharmacist also nowhere to be found. I searched around by foot but alas it’s all closed. So what to do? Be your own doctor and nurse! Yep I know to prevent dehydration I need to buy either an energy drink or electrolytes and bought some of them as I know too that severe dehydration can be fatal which these Hospital staffs doesn’t think it’s worth their urgent appeal. Yes, we will never forget that alright.

So for travelers like us, it doesn’t matter if you have a good passport, have money to pay or armed with travel insurance. It doesn’t matter to a place who doesn’t care! It’s best to have your own medicine with you and other first aid supplies if possible. Teach yourself to rely on your own wit and yes Google helps too!

On the way back to Zürich we finally found a “refuge.” It was a very hard long travel for hubby who doesn’t feel well and me being so anxious.  It was heaven to be back to a normal environment. To a hospital who welcomes you and to loving family who awaits your return.

Sad but this is the place We will never want to visit again. I’m telling this so not all of you thinks traveling is always fun and good adventure for me or my family. It’s best to be ready at all times.  Now seeing the news on tv is not a surprise anymore.  Sad indeed.

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6 thoughts on “Destination: Munich. Unexpected.

    • Actually Zurich is my husband hometown but we don’t really live there. Our real home is in NZ and we’re currently in the land of the desert and so if you are keen to follow me you will know more thanks.

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  1. Being unwell and not knowing what’s wrong, plus rude and unhelpful people whilst in a foreign country must have been pretty scary. I’m glad you and your husband were ok in the end – sounds like it might have been food poisoning perhaps…I think you also highlight an important point – sometimes the people who you most expect professionalism and hospitality from are the ones who disappoint the most….sometimes.

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