Oktoberfest 2012 - I Survived!
Hurrah, I made it back; mind and body intact.
A festival, nearly 3 weeks long where the emphasis is on the ability to drink vast amounts of beer, ladies and gentlemen I give you;
A few weeks ago, a friend jokingly said that it would be fun to go to the Oktoberfest; little did she know how impulsive I am...a deal was struck, if I could get us there, she would find us somewhere to stay...and damn it, but we make one helluva team, 3 days from a joke over a beer to a fully fledged trip to Munchen (immature I know, but Munchen sounds a lot more interesting than Munich).
On day one, our local guide took us to the top of "drunk hill" - where you get left after a few too many, and decorated by the local kids and grafffiti artists should you get too cosy
- that was not the warning though, it was that after 10 days of the festival, the hill was a piss and puke saturated slope where you did not want to end up 
Well, we celebrated this with the 1st photo of day one, a Scottish & German cultural coming together if ever there was:
After a mad dash into the festival proper; a quick side step of the bouncers, we were in and I'm sorry, but if this is not a sight to make every grown man cry with happiness, I don't know what is:
swiftly followed by more of these...by way of a manly test of strength, hold a litre of beer in a glass that weighs 1.5kgs at arms length for as long as possible...I managed a respectable 4mins 32 seconds (2 minutes is deemed a pass):
The beery cheer continued late into the night, I think we made it home (via an after party somewhere) at around 3am, but we are not quite sure
day two was a more civilised affair, a few fairground rides, shooting things, hitting things with hammers...all in the pursuit of winning roses for the lady (she did quite well on the roses front )
A quick pose in a beer hall after singing along to songs I didn't know...in German..and some I did, dancing on tables and being groped by strangers, the night was nearly over;
Only one thing remained on the way home, to give credit where credit was due, for an idea that led to a plan that led to an adventure, my friend was justifiable "crowned" Princess of the Oktoberfest
Just in case any fashionistas were wondering, I am sporting a kilt (not a skirt) and she is modelling a Dirndl - a definite must for all women at Oktoberfest, unless you wear the female lederhosen..the wearers of which were even catching my friends eye
Hurrah, I made it back; mind and body intact.
A festival, nearly 3 weeks long where the emphasis is on the ability to drink vast amounts of beer, ladies and gentlemen I give you;
A few weeks ago, a friend jokingly said that it would be fun to go to the Oktoberfest; little did she know how impulsive I am...a deal was struck, if I could get us there, she would find us somewhere to stay...and damn it, but we make one helluva team, 3 days from a joke over a beer to a fully fledged trip to Munchen (immature I know, but Munchen sounds a lot more interesting than Munich).
On day one, our local guide took us to the top of "drunk hill" - where you get left after a few too many, and decorated by the local kids and grafffiti artists should you get too cosy
- that was not the warning though, it was that after 10 days of the festival, the hill was a piss and puke saturated slope where you did not want to end up
Well, we celebrated this with the 1st photo of day one, a Scottish & German cultural coming together if ever there was:
After a mad dash into the festival proper; a quick side step of the bouncers, we were in and I'm sorry, but if this is not a sight to make every grown man cry with happiness, I don't know what is:
swiftly followed by more of these...by way of a manly test of strength, hold a litre of beer in a glass that weighs 1.5kgs at arms length for as long as possible...I managed a respectable 4mins 32 seconds (2 minutes is deemed a pass):
The beery cheer continued late into the night, I think we made it home (via an after party somewhere) at around 3am, but we are not quite sure
day two was a more civilised affair, a few fairground rides, shooting things, hitting things with hammers...all in the pursuit of winning roses for the lady (she did quite well on the roses front
)
A quick pose in a beer hall after singing along to songs I didn't know...in German..and some I did, dancing on tables and being groped by strangers, the night was nearly over;
Only one thing remained on the way home, to give credit where credit was due, for an idea that led to a plan that led to an adventure, my friend was justifiable "crowned" Princess of the Oktoberfest
Just in case any fashionistas were wondering, I am sporting a kilt (not a skirt) and she is modelling a Dirndl - a definite must for all women at Oktoberfest, unless you wear the female lederhosen..the wearers of which were even catching my friends eye
tarion:
Haha looks like you had a whale of a time!! I am told that everyone should experience Oktoberfest at least once in their lifetimes.
damzuid:
Tarion it definitely should be experienced: my personal highlight were the bizarre looks we got when I was teaching my German friend (while we were speaking Dutch & I was wearing a kilt) how to choon her chinas just like a proper Saffer