Today after work we went swimming in the Isar. I would have included pictures, but, well, let's just say it would have seemed a bit weird to all the partially/completely naked people running around.
The water was clean and fast. On the far side the current really picked up, making it difficult to keep from getting dragged downstream. On the near side, however, the water was not so fast, and it was here that we discovered four bottles of beer on the bottom, no doubt left to get cold and then forgotten. They were unlabeled except for the caps which indicated that they were Munich beer of some kind. To me they were Isar beer. We joked about this being the origin of all German beer--"it simply shows up already bottled at the bottom of our rivers." I went and got one, pulled it off the bottom and made my way back to shore. Just like a commercial. It was good, and cold.
This made me a little rowdy on the way home. And I've got to hand it to Mark, his ultra-fast driving really makes one feel alive. At one point I was standing up in the back of his convertible yelling "If you like potatoes, say ho!" (in German of course) to the peace-loving citizens of some little berg. At 40 mph.
But hey, why not? You only live once. And besides, the message has got to be heard by all.
Posted by Alan at June 18, 2002 11:01 PM