Our hostelling night in Prague was more peaceful then in Berlin. Once we got up and going in the morning of the 21st we decided on Salzburg as our next destination. The train station that morning was quit a happening place, we found a book store there and purchased a new travel book since I had just lost the one we had the previous day. The trip to Berlin was a long one and required multiple train jumping. The first train stopped in the middle of nowhere because the rail was under repair. It was interesting watching the mass exodus of people pour out of the train and cram into the busses they had waiting for us. We were packed in them like sardines; In fact I was stuck in the stair well with my face smashed against the glass. After what seemed like a forty minute bus ride from hell we arrived at the station and continued on to Salzburg. When we finally arrived we set out to find a Hostel for the night but they were sold out so we settled for a camp ground right out of town. The next morning of the 22nd we showered up packed our gear and headed out to down town Salzburg. It was a beautiful town full of historic sites just the way you’d imagine it in the movies. Once we were finished seeing the sights we boarded the train and set off for Munich. We arrived in Munich sometime around noon. the streets of Munich were packed with tourists and regulars and we stood out like sore thumbs toting our big huge backpack, I bet mine weighs close to 50lbs. when we stumbled upon the Munich Hard Rock Café’ and I remembered that my older brother had requested I pick him up a T-shirt, So in we went to look around. After about five min of looking for the perfect shirt I looked up just in time to see Miles turn with his pack on and bump into a shelf full of glass cups (need I say more). When I looked up from the shattered mess he had already made a bee line out the front door, I didn’t take me long to follow suit no way I was taking the rap on that mess)…lol! (sorry Walt, no shirt for you). We spent about four hours looking around before those packs started to wear us down, at that point we decided to find where we were going to bed down for the night so that we could ditch them and move around more freely. We went to check on the price of the hostels, but the first one we came to told miles that he was too old, so off we went to find the tent. Once we figured which tram to take we boarded it and met up with a group of Irish kids heading to the same place, they were more than glad to lead us there and the conversation they offered was more than enjoyable. The Tent! What can I say about the tent? It was about three tent set up on the outskirts of Munich which provided sleeping quarters for backpackers at a low low rate; of course you had to find an empty place on the floor amongst several other weary travelers.