Mountains in the making

Pretend this is the real one

For decorating the pots of plants...

Our mint plant in the pinkish pot

On the eva of a 2 week long recovery, its german food at Paulaner- Munich sausage salad

Pork knuckles

Spicy sausages

Day 1

The working desk at home bears a resemblence with that in the office- its surrounded with travel photos and postcards albeit these photos were of the older trips in HK and BKK while those in the offices were of recent trips in Europe.

Its a temporary work arrangement to allow me to work on my project without having to walk/ stand for extended period of time.

And to counter the fact that its all too comfortable, logging onto the office network meant that I couldnt have any internet.

p/s: I cant seem to post any photo up at the moment.

Space used to signify freedom for me but now they became distances to me; distances that I have to find ways to overcome.

Maybe its the first time telling what had happened to me (again) that despite it was a call to my boss over the phone I was choking with tears and trying my best to sound professional.

But by today when I came back and repeat the story x-th times, it was like telling a story that didnt belong to me.

The moments of fear, doubt and lack of confidence made me cry. But there really is no point crying- accept and jus move on with each day finding ways to make more efficient steps (in short jus walk less) and pray.

But if I dont try, nothing will get better so I'll keep trying.

I must have forgotten how the city looks like at 10am in the morning, at 3pm in the afternoon or 5pm in the evening. I only remembered how it looks like from the window view which my back is facing.

I left the office at 3 to see the podiatrist to see the sun shining.

But it must be the first time I have shed tears over this. The exercise was so painful, for both the arms and the legs, that I cannot control.

I sat in my swim suit to pack the sports bag; I sat on the bench to dry my hair; I sat on my chair to reach out for the shelve to keep the sports bag. All the sitting activities.

The cosy, little and simple hotel that I stayed in- its reception.

Its nice seeing these in Europe because we dont have them at home.

It looks abit scary but its really beautiful.

In the shop.

II love the flower pots! Maybe if I carry a wheeled luggage as handcarry with me on the next trip, then I will get one of these home.

Now if you can see me in the photo. I was sitting by the bus stop under the morning sun resting my feet and getting some photos. This is the street selling luxury goods and upon realising that from my notes, I decided after the photo-taking I can move along.

The refrigerator-like tram.

They have H&M, H&M Man and H&M Woman. It must be the season because amazingly I didnt buy much.

Work in progress

I cant really recall what I had in the brown bag, but it must be some food, water and things that I've purchased earlier that day. And despite the locals wearing tees and jeans, I am under at least 3 layers of clothing.

Cute

When the president is coming for an event.

I love their upbeat songs so much that I asked for the name of the band and got to the nearest CD shop to nearly buy it.

In their bookstore.

Amazingly I was on the taxi on my way to another hotel did I realise that walking all the way down and after you turned right and you will get to the cosy little hotel.

The little green balloon

It was so hard and huge that I have to throw away the remaining that I couldnt finish.

Likewise, I like the Vienna's version much more!

Cute

Why does their blue skies look bluer than ours.

This was the free bike tour that I planned to join. But after the biking in Garmisch-Partenkirchen I think that will still be my favourite.

In Marienplatz

The little yellow tag is what they used to secure their bread.

The typical hotel scene.

I have to say that the standard of plane food is getting worse. The only thing I look forward to is the salmon salad, orange juice and water (and the occasional coke and yoghurt).

This reminds me of Geography- human settlement. Its amazing to think some people have lived their entire lives at these places in which I have only quite seen them briefly on my trips there or from the plane window. But this really makes me feel that I could live in one of these houses.

Thats BMW welcoming you at the airport. I am never
big on cars but this trip makes me exciting about them.

The luggage/ daily bag gets heavy over the days.

Thats one of their big malls. Its common in Europe
to have longer shopping streets than big malls like
ours. I hardly stepped in them because there arent
much things I am willing to pay for in them. At
least I know they would have toilets in them.

Munich unlike Barcelona, Paris or Prague, they dont have much of these.

The bread is hard but crispy and the ham is salty but delicious. 1.50Euros

I definitely tasted much nicer ice cream in Vienna (maybe because of its closer proximity to Italy) that this sort of is a waste of money. 2 Euros

I was in search of birkenstock and its surprising that it isnt commonly sold everywhere in its home town. So having the addresses of the shops that sell definitely help. I saw that there are some "Made in Spain" Birkenstock.

In Viktualienmarkt