So, at the base of Axamer Lizum there was a first aid door.  A bit after noon, a skiier came down to the base, completely out of control, arms flailing and everything.  He went off of the slope, onto the concrete, and got completely owned when he ran smack into the first aid door.  Not sure if he broke anything, but he definitely wasn't lack for assistance after that spectacular crash.

So, we stayed at Innsbruck for 1 day, I got vetoed on the call to stay another day.  You bastards.  Therefore we hoofed it back from the slopes and hopped the very last train to Munich.  Mike and Bo made a good choice of cabin for the ride this time, as opposed to the ride from Vienna to Innsbruck, where they managed to find the one columbian drug dealer on the train.  Ahh, ain't nothin' like watching the mountains go bye while the guy next to you is snorting coke and telling you about the thousands of venezuelan dollars they just won't let him convert.  No, this time we sat with two very cute and pleasant austrian students.

Munich

This is probably the most modern feeling of the city's we went to, the BMW HQ seems to hang over Munich as the center of german efficiency. It's got this sort of feel of modern transportation and shopping laid over a more classical look, very cool. We spent the majority of our first day at Dachau, the first concentration camp. Quite a powerful remembrance, the krematorium was unholy and disturbing. Moreso strange was the picture supposedly drawn by a prisoner by the name of G. Tauber, one of Ben's ancestors perhaps?That night we headed to the HaufBrau house and I chugged down the coldest stein of perhaps some of the best beer I've had with a whole leg of pork to go with it. Nuthin' makes you feel more like a man. And the highlight of the second day in Munich? Ice skating at the site of the 1972 olympics. My right hip is still bruised after taking this massive fall while trying to spin as quick as possible locking arms with Mike. We stopped off briefly at the BIGGEST soccer ball I've ever seen before heading back to the Hostel to drink up for the overnight train to budapest

Budapest

Having heard lots of nasty things about being gassed and pillaged on the night train, I secured our door shut with some webbing and a caribiner. This was more entertaining to the Hungarian passport control when at 7am it took us 5 minutes to get the damn door open. Note to self: Never sleep on your passport.Getting off in Budapest you are greeted by the tourism brigade, all wanting to help you find a place to stay and find all the tourist traps you so desire. It's easy to spend money here too, you get about 1,000 foreigns for every 5 bucks, and 2,000 foreigns will get you a pretty nice dinner.

Unlike a lot of cities I've been in, Budapest feels tiny.  Perhaps it's just because the transportation is very good, or just that each neighborhood is within walking distance of where you'll probably want to go next.  It's an up and coming city, so it's got a good feel of wanting your business and having plenty to offer.
Enter Bram the amazing rendezvous man.  So, I meet Dave for lunch and a meeting, and head back towards the hostel.  I get distracted for a while by a nice Hungarian girl who showed me some more excellent deserts and all the views from greenbridge… so I'm late to meet Mike at the hostel, and I get a note to meet them at the Székely Halászcsárda (that stayed in my head for about 2 seconds), so I got directions to this place from the hostel.  After some searching, and being led down a few streets from some random hungarians, I determined this restaurant did not exist.  So I ran into some british girls, and asked them for a good place to find some food.  I make my way about a mile back to the octokon, and check out these two cocktail lounges, and get pointed to the Menza restaurant across the street.  I walk in, ask for a table, and who do I see, but Mike,bo, bede, and dave.  Booh yeah.  I'll pull this move a second time while playing Indiana Jones in the castle labrynths two days later..
So, the next day, the terror museum (the history of the hungarian nazi and socialist parties), the baths (hot tubs and saunas, huge and hungarian), and the opera (beautiful opera house, XXL poppagena, and a very modern opera).  Then, off to Mike's favorite restaurant, where I discovered my new favorite meat.  Next trip, find a place where i can hunt wild boar.  Mmmm…. boar…  Now, even in Budapest, well, a european club is a club, and a big one.  4 floors, hundreds of people packed into a warehouse with some good house music, and lots of music that was popular 2 months ago in the US.  Also, do these places ever close?
So me and Mike spend the next day with a cool girl from NY, and tour the castle and the giant statue that looms over the city.  Plus some time to do some shopping in the bazaar (yes, gifts for everyone).  Then off to home with a brief stop in Vienna.  Did I mention SAS flights rock?