Well that'll teach me to learn the language before travelling. The flight to Munich couldn't have been smoother and luckily all the luggage arrived at the same time as us, so we were away from the airport in no time at all. Our departure from home had been so early that chances were our hotel room wouldn't be ready, but we could always go for the first beer in the meantime. City pass purchased, Munich's transport network was our oyster, and the maps that came with it seemed easy to navigate.
All went well on the S1 (Schnellbahn) route that should take us directly to Laim, our nearest station, until the penultimate stop, an interchange with one of the underground routes. There was a lengthy announcement, of which maybe every sixth word was comprehensible. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and we assumed the attendant was simply advising passengers that if they wanted to head for the city centre (we didn't) they should change here. Unfortunately it turned out to be not so much advice as an instruction, as in order to reach Laim we would have to divert through the centre ... but this only dawned on us after a lengthy delay in the station, only for the train to pull out heading back to the airport! No option but to get off at the next interchange and complete the journey via three sides of a square. Result: the airport-hotel transfer took exactly twice the length of the flight itself!
'Excellent timing' proclaimed mein host Sebastian as we presented ourselves at the lovely Hotel Laimer Hof, 'your room is ready.' Never mind the room, where can we go for lunch? There was much vital information to impart, though, by a man who clearly prides himself on his hospitality and local knowledge, before we were eventually shown upstairs, right up into a little turret in fact - characterful, clean and comfortable. Luckily the local knowledge included plenty of options for travellers' sustenance and we were soon tucking into salad and pasta ... when in Rome, and all that (?) The beer was German though, and very nice too.