OKTOBERFEST
(accentuated for increased impressiveness)
Oooo la la. What a festival it was. And we nearly didnt go thanks to some overnight inflation on airplane tickets. However, we paid our money and discovered it was all worth it.
So we flew into Munich just last Friday, got on a train and headed to the campground. Corey, Bec, James and a whole raft of others (around 15 in total I think) were already set up and smashing some beers in town, so we quickly dumped our stuff and got the nearest cab. Corey greeted us with a man hug and the little bit of information that he had just proposed to Bec. "Awwwwww" we said, in unison.Congratulations once again guys. Corey was either going to do it at this place or on a table whilst at the beerfest. Lucky for him he picked the first option. What a gentleman.
So we were all drinking the Friday night away at this place called ............. I cant remember what it was called.......... but it was mean. Heaps of outdoor seating (Im talking thousands) and really cheap steins totalling about €6 each. We made short work of a few of them before deciding we better have an early one (around 1am) as we were going to be smashing the beers big time the next day.
The girls got all dressed up in their costumes and I lost the plot over my stupid braces so I decided to go Au Naturale (dressed normally - not naked) and we headed to the main event. Saturday was the first day of the entire festival.
It
Is
Massive.
I cannot express that enough. It has its own rollercoasters, heaps of tents holding around 10,000 people each and various other stalls, ferris wheels and nude sunbathing areas (not kidding - its for the gays). We lined up at a tent for a few hours and finally got in. Then it was a mad dash (using fists) to find an empty table. Fortune favoured our crew and we hauled down two tables that were not going to be used by anyone else for at least half the day. People reserve them you see, for €80 a head. Ouch.
The party kicked off at midday to a whole lot of cheering, clapping and stamping feet.
The tent was awesome and our waitress (beer wench) was super nice too. Those girls can carry brews! One chick had 14 going at one stage. They were wrist braces and everything. Rumour has it they train for 3 months beforehand. Ded-i-cation.
The beer was like nectar from the gods. It literally jumped out of the glass and slid down my throat quicker than I could will it too. Delish, so pure. So pure. Things got heavy from that point on. A whole lot of drinking went down. Serious drinking. Shirts off drinking.
At 5pm we stumbled / rolled / crawled out of the tent trying to find another one. I got up close and personal to some bloke who thought it was a good idea to constantly jab me in the guts for no good reason. Everything went into a blur. We managed to get into another tent. I lost everyone. Ended up talking to locals about............. ummm............. god knows, and spent an hour trying to find the tube, which I didnt pay for.
BUT WHAT A DAY!!!
I woke up on Sunday with no hangover whatsoever. I praised the gods and heel clicked, as it was to be a day of travel back to London. Thats right - I went to germany for 44 hours.
The flight back flew by (excuse the pun) and I headed to the park tavern for some chips and lemonade upon arrival.
So thats that. If you ever get a chance, go to this thing. It was insanely good fun.
Bangtidy