Mjolnirs' adventure to see Bayern!
(long with twists of fate)
My son (many of you know who this is) and I have seen Bayern play live twice, once in Chicago and once in Charlotte. Obviously friendly matches.
He decided a couple of months ago that I needed to see Bayern play in Allianz arena. He looked at the calendar and found a short period where they played at home twice. Saturday 12/2 in a Bundesliga match against Hannover and then Tuesday 12/5, a CL match against PSG. He informed me that he would cover airfare and hotels if I could get the match tickets.
Fortunately I belong to an international Bayern fanclub that brokers legit tickets between members that are looking to attend. I worked with a couple of the contacts and secured two tickets to each match. We are off.
As a bonus, and because we both had the leave to spare, we decided to fly into Prague earlier in the week, spend a few days then take a train to Munich. We did this, and boys and girls, Prague is a great place to visit. It was cold, but the food is great, the beer is outstanding and the people are nice. We stayed near the Charles Bridge and visited the Palace complex, the cathedral and watched the Astronomical clock go off many times. It was a blast. After three days we are on a train to Munich.
We arrived in Munich early in the evening of Thursday, 11/30. The train station is massive and Munich is much colder than Prague. We walk the block and a half to our hotel.
Here's where the adventure begins!
As we are settling into our hotel room, I go into the bathroom to blow my nose. I commence to have the mother of all nose bleeds! I mean, not a dribble, but a full out running faucet of blood. I send him to the front desk to determine if they have a doctor, or can direct us to the closest clinic. They suggest a clinic only two blocks away ... walking distance. He comes back to the room and tells me this. By this time the bathroom looks like a crime scene and I tell him eff that, get a taxi. The taxi comes, the front desk tells the driver where to take us aaaand he proceeds to take us somewhere else. I get out, go inside and am informed they do not handle emergencies. But, there is a university hospital 300 meters nearby. With the taxi long gone we proceed to walk. I have my face covered by what was once a white hotel towel and continue to spit blood and bleed. We arrive at the university hospital and cannot find an entrance. I see an employee through a door, bang on it and get his attention. He tells me where the entrance is, but sees my situation and walks us to the check-in desk. Hooray! Wait, they don't have anyone that can handle ENT. But, they take away my bloody towel, give me a bunch of gauze and little catch buckets, and put an ice pack on my neck. They call a taxi and tell this one where to take me, the same place the hotel suggested an hour ago! They call ahead, the driver delivers and I walk in and they immediately take me back. I basically end up with a tampon up one nostril and we have to pay in cash. My son has cash and does so. As I clean up, he and the doctor compare German and American health care systems and issues. At this point I don't care, I'm just not bleeding.
We get back to the hotel and settle in for the night. The next day, Friday, we have tickets to tour Allianz Arena ... I am pumped. I have a miserable night trying to sleep. Evidently swallowing blood, lots of blood, upsets your stomach. We grab breakfast, which I can only nibble a little of, and off to the U-Bahn station. We get directions, buy tickets and grab a train. As the train moves up and down and stops and starts, my stomach gets worse. More people get on, and I proceed to sweat profusely. About halfway to Allianz I have to get off or yak all over the train. I leave my son at the stop and I wonder upstairs near a cool (cold!) entrance and sit on the ground. Here I sit, long hair, tie dye shirt, sweating and moaning in discomfort. If I had a baseball cap in front of me, I might have earned some change. After a few minutes I head back down and suggest I head to the hotel and he take the tour. He suggests we just wait for a train that isn't crowded. Fortunately for all involved, we do this, and it takes several trains before one comes that I don't feel I will immediately get sick on.
We eventually make it to the final stop and the exit for Allianz Arena! It is pretty damn cold, but we are here. We take a ramp, round a corner, and there it is. Oh my god I'm here!
At this point my stomach hurts from the nausea and I suggest he walk ahead to secure our spot. I do my Tim Conway slow walk using my glove to cover my mouth from the cold. The glove is getting blood on it from my leaking tampon nostril, but I finally get there. We've missed our designated time. I speak to someone and they suggest what gate we go to about rearranging the time. It is back outside, so I send my son. Meanwhile, I'm inside in a type of foodcourt used by attendees of matches. I sit for a while in a section with others who are presumably there for tours. I start to feel worse, yes worse, so I move away from others in case I get sick. When my son returns with updated tickets I am lying on one of the benches. We have about an hour, so I doze back off. From here a lot happens that is hazy for me, but I remember waking and seeing him drinking a nice beer. I am shaking and now in PAIN. He doesn't know what to do and at some point puts me on the phone with my wife who is stateside. Eventually the Allianz staff is summoned and and ambulance is called.
I won't say "to make a long story short", as this is already long. But, for some brevity ... boys and girls, Mjolnirs has emergency appendectomy on his first full day in Munich.
On Saturday my son meets with my contact, Alex, and he gets a ticket in the Südkurve for the Bayern v Hannover match. My wife arrives on an emergency flight from Charleston and finds me in a terrible state. Her and our son stay at the hotel while I live it up in a German hospital. Tuesday comes and he takes a ticket and goes to watch Bayern play PSG. Our original departure date arrives, Wednesday 12/6, and he flies home. It is now Thursday afternoon in Munich and I am still in the hospital. The doctor came by about an hour ago and is hopeful that I will be discharged tomorrow.
stay tuned