This morning, we woke up before the alarm clock, not because we couldn't sleep, but because we were changing cities. From Munich, Germany, we were heading to Innsbruck, Austria. Our time in Munich was limited, as we had only planned one day there, intending to use it as a stopover on our way to Innsbruck, Austria.

Munich welcomed us with a downpour, both day and night. We questioned the sky, asking what had caused it to cry so heavily upon us. But silence... no answer from above. The weeping continued, the sky still heavy with sorrow. We let it cry, not worrying, for we were alright. So we let the day and night pass without venturing out.

After a full day and night of recharging, we were brimming with energy and ready to explore the world. We jogged a short distance from our hotel and stumbled upon Karl Platz.

Do you see the bag shop over there? It's called "LEDERWAREN" and sells a wide variety of brands, including RIMOWA, SAMSONITE, and others, at significantly lower prices than in Thailand. (If you're visiting Vienna and plan to travel to Munich, please hold off on purchasing bags there and instead buy them here in Munich, where they are much cheaper.) They offer a wide selection, including travel bags, shoulder bags, and even stylish clutch bags for women.

The picture in the shop is like this. I braved the rain yesterday...

Located near Karl Platz, this shopping street connects to Marian Platz, a paradise for shopaholics. Remember, prices here are much lower than elsewhere. If you have time, come and splurge in Munich!

Could only watch...

We discovered that running in the shopping area wasn't very beneficial. We kept stopping and starting, so we decided to head back to the hotel and come back later when the shops were open. We were eager to spend some money then.

We're back! Shops are just opening, and people are starting to bustle about. But the shops that seem to divert our attention and pull money out of our wallets the fastest are undoubtedly the roadside fruit stalls. If we were to compare them, they would be like the fruit carts back home, selling watermelons, papayas, guavas, and pineapples. However, all of the fruits mentioned above can only be found in supermarkets here. As for strawberries, they are everywhere, and no one is particularly excited about their redness or size. Perhaps only... us.

Due to time constraints, I was only able to browse the items in the store without making any purchases. This was not due to a lack of funds, but rather the limited time available. As a result, I was unable to bring back any souvenirs for anyone, except for photographs. (After all, you know the real reason why I could only window shop, right? Haha...)

We hastily departed from the city's renowned shopping district, leaving behind the pleading gazes of the shops. Our departure was not driven by a need to resist temptation, but rather by a genuine lack of desire to purchase anything. We already possessed an abundance of shoes and clothing, and we had come to the realization that "enough" is sufficient. We believe that travel can be just as enjoyable as material possessions.

We hurried back to the hotel, our eight feet pounding the pavement. We needed to catch the noon train to Innsbruck. Boarding the train was a chaotic affair, a mix of exhaustion, embarrassment, and a few laughs. We were tired, we were carrying a lot of luggage, and we were short on time. We had made several mistakes: we had miscalculated the time, gone to the wrong platform, and boarded the wrong carriage. But we still managed to laugh it off.

Enjoy the journey, don't get too attached to the destination. We may not reach our final goal, but we will definitely pass through the path. Let go and enjoy the ride.

As I mentioned, I boarded the train with great difficulty, so much so that the police had to check my passport. When they realized I was from Thailand, the officer greeted me with a "Hello" and said, "You're resourceful, aren't you?"

I have found my seat and am having a snack. A German gentleman (who doesn't speak English) approaches and greets me in his native language. We smile at each other instead of responding. We exchange our origins and destinations using short city names before parting ways. We exchange photos as a memento. Friendship is formed so easily.

We have arrived in Innsbruck.

A city nestled amidst mountains

However, we arrived quite late today, so let's check in first. Tonight, we will be staying at the Hotel Zach Innsbruck, a 3-star hotel located near the station.

We opted for Hotel Zach Innsbruck, not for its price, but for its design and recent renovation (completed in late 2015). The interior design is stunning, with the counter, walls, and lamps creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The staff meticulously explained everything we needed to know, not just about the hotel itself, but also about taking the bus, purchasing the Innsbruck Card, and even suggesting places to visit.

The front door opens at 7 am and closes at 4 pm. If you want to stay late (there are no shops open late), enter through the car park door. Security is very good.

The entrance and seating area in the Lobby Design are simple and uncluttered. Even the plants and flowers that adorn the space are not excessive, yet they all seem to fit together perfectly.

The room is spacious and can accommodate four people. A door separates the room, providing privacy. Today, we have a view of the hotel garden. It's getting late, so let's go find something to eat.

A Celebration of Every Step

A celebration doesn't require grand achievements. We raise a toast to every friendship we've encountered along the way. To every smile, every laugh, and every fellow traveler who has enriched our journey.