Holiday Inn Munich City North

... He was shouting at me saying this is the wrong way you are stupid ha ha he then said he was hungry so we went to mcdonalds and had burgers and carried on our way. We stopped off for another drink near the hotel when Ian was forced to apologise as I had got us the right place in the end ha ha. He does not remember the bar that we had a drink in. And he forgot that we had had mcdonalds and asked me to buy him a subway as he was starving.<br><br> <br>

... to wake up the next morning at 6am to get to the beer tents early enough to get a table; that would be a challenge since we didn&#8217;t get to bed much before 2am, some stayed up until 4 waiting for another to arrive. <br><br> It was hard to believe that we were waking up at 6 to go get beer. By 8 we were at the Oktoberfest, which I soon found out was basically a carnival with rides and such (I hate Klondike ...

... undertaken by Third Reich officers.<br><br>A quick trip back to the hotel for Jake and Jeannette was needed to move from the small house to the penthouse. (Whoa, private shower... cool!)<br><br>Back at Marienplatz, we met up with our tour guide, Jeff. This guy knew a lot of information and, unlike Mr. Claus, had the gift of holding everyone's attention and selecting all the right details at the right times. He took us to the Dachau memorial via S-Bahn and ...

... exploring of the city. The only downside was that excursions on Sundays in Munich were limited to churches, cafes, restaurants, and museums. Virtually everything was closed. However, we had a city tour with a local, who was dressed in traditional Bavarian clothes. We drove to the Nymphenburg Palace, which was super beautiful! So huge as well! After we came back to Marienplatz, and by this time, it started to mist. We watched the Glockenspiel and we toured around the ...

My last day of the four days was spent well. It started off with some free time for exploring the city center of Heidelberg on my own. At 2:45pm, a local guide met me at my hotel and took me on a walking tour of the Old Town, and up to the Heidelberg Castle for a visit of the inner courtyard. At 4:30pm a taxi met me at the entrance and brought me back to the hotel where I collected my luggage and continued to ...

Munich was our final destination. Our first stop on the way there was Boppard,Germany. A tiny little town on the Rhine in the Lorelay Valley. The train trip there included a couple of hours stop in Cologne, there some of us did climb the 500 steps or so the the top of the Dom. Unfortunately, this view wasn't as good as others because of the gothic towers doing their best to obscure it! We managed to find ourselves in the middle of a wine festival in Boppard ...

... was alcohol-free, I almost spat it out in the disgust- and this after he had claimed Canadians can out drink the English. Lies and heresy! - Got to Munich- argued with a copper who made three critical mistakes- 1) threatening to take me to the police station to "check" me for drugs, 2) confronting me at 6am and 3) mistaking me for a Frenchman- I am not a druggee, the kind of person you annoy at 6am or a Frenchman ...

... of them were talking about a guy from Canada who was very strange. Aparrently, he was asking bizarre questions such as the populations of towns, tax rates in countries, and where the best bars in cities were. The general jist seemed to be that everyone found this guy very annoying. I however said I would like to meet him. Although for all I know this guy could be very annoying to me, I wanted to just see this person for how strange he was described as being. The ...

... some sort of axe-like weapon and a lantern emerged from one of the small streets. He yelled out that he was the Night Watchman (http://www.nightwatchman.de/) and asked those wanted to take the tour to begin to congregate. It seemed like basically every person in town began to encircle this man. It was truly amazing! He had come up with a wonderful idea and had marketed it perfectly. As we waited to begin the tour, people took pics with him. It was really funny, like he was a ...

... no talking back to the timekeeper. Every 30 seconds on the blast of a horn, the blokes take a drink, then refill their makeshift shot glass. This continues until, literally, the last man is standing. <br><br>Quite a few participants had already passed out and fallen over. To get a closer look at the action, we stepped over an unconscious guy decorated in vomit - possibly not his own, judging the distance it had travelled up his back ...