Oktoberfest hits pretty hard. Soon enough the jetlag has turned to fatigue and you feel like you've swallowed an ashtray.Getting right into the spirit of things involves half chickens, head size pretzels, roast pork knuclkes, cigars, snuff (the white stuff), tobacco snuff (the 'real' snuff) and of course 'mass' (a 'measure'/ litre of bier).
It can be challenging juggling the consumption of all these goods while standing precariously on a thin wooden bench singing and dancing to folk & popular songs in the 10,000 strong bier halls of the Weisn. Weisn refers to the daughter of the King who got married here. He invited the whole of Munchen and this was the start of Oktoberfest. What a champ.
The legal bier drinking age in Germany is 16, and these guys were well aware of that.
I didn't mention the 1/2 meter Wurst, cos you get that outside the tents, in a 25cm bun. Pictured below are the Sluthe and I, enjoying the sights and sounds of the huge Oktoberfest showground while cradling a good portion of pork sausage.
(Pat, Jaime)
There is much excitement amongst the troops at the generous servings of consumables.
One of these will set you back btwn 8 & 10 Euro, depending on if you get your change or not. ($16)
Two locals named Frame and Colons. They travelled long way from their nanny goat farm in the mountains to be here.
(Kaisa - charmer)
Pat D (excited, before he lost his wallet), JW and me
Impressive and scary appearances sometimes deceive. The "Shocker" was shocking.
Heaps more photos of course - if you want any, ask.
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