Hottest day in Munich in 9 years

I've been staying with my awesome awesome friends Peter and Anne, who are two of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet, and they always come up with fun stuff to do. Peter and I went to the BMW museum, then up to a beer garden on top of the hill next to the Olympic Park for a couple. Later in the day we headed to a Greek restaurant with some of the gang from Friday and also our friend Merik, who was also happened to be in Munich. Afterwards, Niño and Silke, friends of my old colleague Marcel, invited us back to their house where plenty of wine, grappa and English bashing was to be had. It was a really fun evening and Niño and Silke are wonderful hosts. It didn't feel like we'd done a whole lot, but with the heat, we were absolutely knackered by the end of the day.

On Sunday, after a traditional Bavarian weißwurst breakfast (boiled white sausage, pretzel, sweet mustard and a weißbier - trust me, it's amazing) we headed to the Allianz Arena to watch 1860 Munich play FSV Frankfurt. It reminded me of going to see Brentford vs Carlisle in the Johnson's Paint Trophy final at Wembley, because the ground was just over a quarter full, but it meant we got the premium seats, almost on the half way line and 3 rows back, only the day before. I came up with the genius idea of checking where the sun would be during the match so we could sit in the shade, for which Peter was very grateful. I know they're a second tier team, but it still makes me want to puke that the most expensive seats in the place are £35 each while the cheapest seat at White Hart Lane is around £40. The Premier League needs to buck its ideas up.

The busy home end

Fair play to the guys on the pitch, because, with the temperature peaking at 36 degrees, you could really see it affecting their game, but they run their hearts out nonetheless. I was very impressed with their number 29, Yannick Stark, and the number 10, Moritz Stoppelkamp, and they combined to score the winner in the last few minutes. They're both new signings as well, so maybe this year will be a good one for München. Oh yeah, and FSV are a bunch of dirty bastards.

We got back to Peter and Anne's and the guys were kind enough to let me use their apartment block's washing machine, as I suddenly realised I had nothing left to wear. Then we headed out to a beer garden about 20 minute walk from place for a quick drink and some food. That's when the wind began to pick up, the clouds rolled over and I saw my first rain since leaving England 3 weeks ago. It didn't last all that long though, and we were able to take a nice stroll, with a lovely cooling wind instead of a hot one for a change, back to the flat. We were all pretty wiped and after some ice cream (vanilla, of course) it was most definitely time for bed.

If you're ever in Munich, look Peter and Anne up, because they're truly special people. I feel bad for taking up their time on a weekend so hot, all they probably wanted to do was absolutely nothing, and also because I know I would never be as wonderful a host as them. But no one ever wants to visit Slough, so it works out for everyone.