Wednesday 24th December 2025

Nuremberg to Munich

No need for alarms when the little tacker comes a knocking at 630.

Headed down through an almost deserted main market square, with not a scooter or bike to dodge, to grab breakfast before heading off to the train station to head off for Munich where chilly temperatures were  predicted.

Our train was delayed 45 minutes. 

Fortunately, under the German railway system if you have a ticket, even with booked seats, you can catch a different train if you are prepared to play seat lotto.

No use standing around on a cold platform so we jumped aboard the Munich Express and had no problems.

The hour and a bit trip had us passing through beautiful countryside, much of it with a liberal coating of snow which whet our appetite for a possible white Xmas.

It didn’t take long to get excited as the snow started as soon as we jumped off the train and itaccompanied us all the way to our hotel. 

Been blessed with hotel location and quality to date and this was no disappointment with a two bedroom apartment each with en-suite and washing machine and a spacious sitting area.

Being Xmas Eve the shops and most bars and restaurants closed at 200pm, so a bit of grocery shopping was followed by a walk to the market area and main plaza. Like Nuremburg there was no high rise,  but a raft of new buildings and beautifully restored ones that survived the ravages of war.

If you liked a church or building spire Mu inch is the place to come.

Thankfully we have enjoyed the market environment everywhere else, as after we passed the ice skating rink and passed under the main gate into the square the stall holders were in the throes of dismantling the stalls. And leaving a few advertising boards around.

Only the roasted chestnut sellers tried to eke out a final Euro.

Not deterred by the lack of shops or a dribble of snow we checked out the sites before finding somewhere for a late lunch/ early dinner. It was a bit like a treasure hunt but along with 30 other Indians we enjoyed a nice mix of Indian fare in an underground 24 hour store.

We somehow managed to escape the labyrinth of underground stores and popped out to be greeted by a windy and snowy Arctic blast. We got a liberal coverage of snow on the short sprint back to the hotel. That didn’t stop us capturing a few photos and tossing the odd snowball.

As usual 500pm meant darkness so we settled in for the night having a quite Xmas Eve tipple and some local snacks. 

Like a bunch of expectant kids we were off to bed early in anticipation of enjoying Xmas in a pretty groovy city.