3pm. Munich hotel. The newly refurbished Rechthaler Hof was a disappointment. The ladies in dirndls are gone, just one man instead. When I asked for a rostbraten he didn’t even ask how I wanted it done. Smaller portions than they used to give and no salad with it. Mediocre (and too pink). Späten beer has been replaced by Ayinger. Bright inside. One nice touch is a square of stained glass hanging between seating sections. Three women receptionists at reception, and a gorgeous-bottomed little barmaid. Try to nap as Munich is waste of time during the day. No music on TV of course.
I have discovered Munich really is over for me. Why pay all that money for so little in return, when you can get so much for so comparatively little in Brussels, Vienna and Berlin. The fact my beloved Rechthaler Hof was closed for 2 months for refurbishment just reinforced that view and made it much much starker. Rechthaler Hof was so much the best thing about Munich for me. This is what it is when a gentleman gets old perhaps: he prefers food over everything else. Sex slips much further down the agenda. Another reason why are you are fatter when you are old than when you are young.
So I end up in the Rechthaler Hof after all. I somehow knew I would. 16.51. 1 hour 10 minutes to kill before I try to get the Airport bus. No great memories from this trip; the young 19-20 year old puppy fat beauty of black-haired Lori in Caribic; the pleasure of watching the Bella Napoli strip show. That is about it. I start to yearn for Vienna already. I only feel alive when I am away from home. I want to travel more & more, faster & faster. I yearn to be back in the Gurtel, as decimated as it is. Yearn to be back in the Dorint Hotel, and be back in the Café Westend, back in the WSK. Still with at least one new place to explore, like Burggasse Peep Show. It doesn’t matter if the trip to Munich & Nuremberg has been, ultimately, a little disappointing. I still only feel alive when I am travelling. I would not feel disappointed if I could travel from Munich now straight on to Vienna. It is only having to travel home that really disappoints. I suddenly remember I have another 4 days off before the end of the month; perfect for Vienna!
Can’t wait to get back to Rechthaler Hof now, for a coke more than anything; then a couple of Spaten beers, then a nice long session in Sexyland. Then the new experience of getting the bus back to the airport. 13.20 now. Just 40 minutes till we arrive in Munich. Rohrbach.
So will I come back to Nuremberg soon? I am undecided. Hot Legs and Caribic are OK (Lori in particular) but are not enough to come back for. The windows and laufhauses of Frauentormauer are fantastic in their beautiful choice (the Friday girls were a lot less appealing than the Thursday ones funnily enough), but as I say I don’t really feel comfortable in that environment. I would always love to come back to Bella Napoli but it is not enough to come back for on its own. Munich then? I don’t think I can ever stay in Munich again where there is nothing on offer except buying the girls expensive drinks. I love Rechthaler Hof to death and the Sexyland kabins are the best I have ever found, but there is nothing else after that. It may be a very long time before I ever come back to Munich or Nuremberg then. I really look forward to Vienna, though. I want to enjoy the Fortuna and WSK as much as I can before they too are gone. I have lost so many of my sexy places: in London Carnival Strip Club, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema, Boulevard Striptease; in Brussels Cine ABC and California Peep Show & Kabins; in Vienna Pour Platin; in Berlin Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Cascade Kino, Big Sexyland cinema. I want to enjoy the few sexy places that still remain as much as possible before they too are gone.