We woke up Sunday morning, threw our stuff in the truck, and punched Munich into the GPS. It was a short drive, and we made it to our hostel by 10:30. Upon check-in, we found out there was a guided walking tour of the city that left at 11. It ended up being one of the best things we did the entire trip.
Particularly fascinating was Munich's role in the Third Reich. Hitler considered Munich one of his strongholds, and consequently, it was heavily bombed during WWII. Very few original structures remain, but such great care was taken during reconstruction, one would never know the difference.
Then came the karaoke. Lots and lots of karaoke. I'm pretty good at making an ass of myself during karaoke, but that part of the night was rather fuzzy. It was 3 AM by the time we left, and all the trains had stopped, so we had to walk the entire way back to the hostel. I doubt any of us cared; but, like I said, that part of the night was rather fuzzy.