Ratzeputz is the stuff. It' a pepper schnapps. You have tint least have a shot or 2 while there. We used to refer to it as German tequila. I think I remember it being pronounced ad rostaputs. Well that's close I think, Marcie can check me on it.
After the concentration camp, we decided to go check out this Irish Pub, little did we realize we were gonna have to hike up 212 steps just to get there after walking around the camp all damn day
The next day we decided to make a 10k hike up to this old abbey called Andechs
it was totally worth it despite me not remembering the night after around 12am, but apparently I was pretty freakin hilarious, and yet eager to get off at all the wrong train stops before our regular stop, all 9 of them...
now begins Joel and I's drunken journey back through the woods to town, where there were many shenanigans that happened that probably arent in the photos