Day 177 - 184 : A Festival fit for a King

Trip Start Mar 23, 2010
Trip End Mar 23, 2011

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Flag of Germany  , Bavaria,
Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ahh, Oktoberfest…

We turned up a few days early and got a great feel for the city. We saw the sights, went on the free walking tour, saw some museums, did a little dirndl shopping and visited the Augustiner Keller to warm up for the pending festivities. We also checked out one of the most amazing vegetarian restaurant/bar/hang-outs of the trip, feasting on gyros and curry-wurst at Kopfeck (really, really, really cool). We would also recommend the campsite we stayed at, especially after seeing the other -less than spectacular – options available in the area.

Now to the Festival - We got into the swing of things quickly, waking up at 7am to make it over to the Paulaner tent and try to get ourselves a seat – and thus access to beer. We were let in at 9am, after more pushing and fuss you'll ever see trying to get into BDO, we made it through by jumping out of the mainline and going through a side entrance when we realised we were a little too late. We waited till 12pm, when the beer gets served and decided that whilst most of our group was nicely seated and about to receive their first golden beverage, we would have to continue to wait (and for a rotation of seats). Going into it we weren't necessarily as thirsty for the beer as those around us, but after 5 hours wait, the anticipation set in and we were pretty fucking keen. We made the rookie mistake of leaving the tent, thinking we could get back in, but this turned out fine as we ended up in a smaller joint filled with proper Germans and one group of French guys, featuring a stag in a bright red dress (who promptly lifted it anytime anyone made eye-contact with him – he was a hairy little weasel). We drank with many, as they came and left our table, even having a wonderful old munchener couple buy us a beer. At 9 euro’s a pop, we got skills. We also managed to run into Flahts - which was a total shock (small world after all).

After 6 or more (we are pretty sure more) each, we set off for a meal of spatzle (amazing), and to try again for the big tent and hook back up with the London crew. Ann managed to sneak in, I was left at the door, and we parted ways for the night. We both got a few more drinks, made a few drunken friends and had interesting rides home. Ann was followed by a creepy old polish dude on the tram, whereas I had no clue which way it was to get back to the campsite. A little ingenuity, a general direction in mind, and sticking my thumb out for a couple of hitches, I managed to get back home all too easily.

Day 2 and feeling surprisingly spritely, we made it back over to that wonderful little slice of Bavaria. As most struggle to make it out of bed, we went later but managed to get ourselves a seat easily in the Augustiner with the London gang. This time we were a little more in-tune with things, and we set up base firmly within the tent, although managing to organise a sneaky side exit to some free toilets (these are few and far between) with security. The liquid flowed and so did the ridiculous conversations, the singing carried on late into the evening and we met an eclectic host of ever-more drunk, bewildering and interesting people. We ate nudel with sauerkraut for dinner (which I normally hate, but was amazing) and made a rather unspectacular return to the campsite together (after a few more beers and songs).
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