After having spent that legendary night in Slovenia capital Ljubljana, we again hopped on to some train to reach wherever. We reached late in the night at Munich-or as they call it Munchen. Is this an extraordinary city? Of course it is. The Bavarian centre, host to the craziest phenomenon in the world-Oktoberfest. We reached late in night to realize that it was opening the next morning- Sep 18, 2010. This meant we can attend the inaugural parade and all. Now the issue was where to spend the night. We did something which all Eurorail travelers explore at one point in their journey. Look up the time table and o anywhere by mid night and then come back to the same place. We did this many more times in Europe. The safe and cozy train was best place to spend night. I recall we did Munchen-->Stuttgart-->Munchen
We reached back next morning and bought some Bavarian stuff for the fest. Oh I got my lovely Bavarian dress! We moved further, got lost, met again and walked along the parade. There are barrels and barrels and barrels of beer, stacked on Bavarian horses that are no less than monsters. Such rich healthy horses…legs of size of Asian elephant if not anything. This was also the 200th year on fest.
We reached the main venue and entered the place wondering where to begin. One can see beer literally flowing-Beer and Pretzels. The maidens who serve beer get 10 mugs at a time for orders, each one liters and the mug very heavy. We ordered one and shared...but oh...too late now…I was high.
Then we ordered another, and went out, all over the place. Got random pictures and ran I ran into a bunch of random girls who were writing messages with markers. Guess what they wrote on my hands..’Lick my Pu***’
Then we went inside again, stole beer, stood on tables, and danced…rest I don’t remember. Oktoberfest is crazy experience. But that was not all, yet to follow…
We went back and waited at the station to catch train. Munchen by the way was one of very few stations across Europe that is open whole night. I ended up spending nearly five night there- stuck for 2 hours or at times much more. That was one of the most memorable experiences of life. We met same people again and again. I guess they live out of the waiting room, or were seasonal and seasoned travelers like us.
But my stint in Oktoberfest, as I thought, was not over.
Munchen at that time is a madhouse. Everywhere, there are people dressed in traditional Bavarian clothes and found doing unbelievable stuff. Youngsters come in flocks by each train and disappear in the city. If you stand on first floor of the huge railway station, you will see that trains come one after another and the moment they stop, swarm of people in similar clothes unboarding it and run everywhere. I remember we were standing outside Burger King to access free wifi and it was next to the station escalator. Suddenly we realized some creature rising up from escalator. As it surfaced, we realized it was a super sloshed guy who had fallen and was bleeding at 100 places...he must would have knocked everything around!
We left Oktoberfest but as I said, I was to visit again…
After roaming all over Italy and Greece, we were on our way back to Oslo, the conventional route is Hamburg-->Copenhagen-->Goteborg-->Oslo. All stretches take four hours each. We reached Munchen from where we were to head Hamburg when we ran into other friends from France. They were there for Oktoberfest which was in its last two days now- in the first week of October. My friends travelling with me chose to go ahead back to Oslo but I stayed back for another day at Oktoberfest. Great decision!
Those guys had already been staying in Munchen for a day and had taken a youth hostel. I did not take a hostel, just sneaked in theirs! That too was the fun part. There were empty beds in that room-which had 8 beds and we thought that even if they get filled, two guys will share. As it was already evening, we spent the ret of the day in visiting Olympic site and Bajaj Allianz arena. Night was random fun in the room over wine bottles. Next morning was Oktoberfest day again. We were prepared. Lock in passports in room. Carry nothing, give some money to the guy who is never sloshed and go.
It is very difficult to get a table inside the tents. They get booked a year in advance. We were now one girl and four guys. Another had to join in later. We stood in queues to get in the tents. Few open for a bit to let people in. But it is very difficult
I with a friends managed getting into one finally. My friend left to get others in while I waited inside. Such bliss to be a girl, all alone inside the Oktoberfest tent. Random men gave me their beers, asked to join in, danced and went. I did take enough advantage of being a girl abroad, something I’d never do in here-lest the men think otherwise- very likely.
Now the guards wouldn’t let my other friends in. We tried hard. Finally while I was standing at the door, one guard let in one of my friend thinking we are together and he didn’t make it inside. Now one was left. A girl gave me her entry band thinking my boyfriend is outside…similarly we all finally got in.
Now was he fun time. We drank and drank and drank. So many short funny scenes- Swiss guy flirting, a guy came and just lifted me up- out of the blue, then I went to the foot of giant stage and asked the band member if I can come up. He said not allowed. I was making faces- so he gave me a chocolate and a kiss- as in flying of course. That’s it.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the grass outside the tent. I am told I puked which I don’t remember. I rested a while and was back in the tent. Finally in the night, buzzed and sloshed, we just roamed in the fest area, took rides (I didn’t I’m chicken at that) CRAZY. We also tried to take the beer mugs with us- my friend was caught by the cop and the mug snatched away from him. I was let passed- eventually as I was buzzed and mug heavy I just dropped it in the middle of crowd a loud noise and looks saying ‘Huh all hard work shattered you fool’
The night had its own charm. We had total items in the room. The fatso who we met last night too. Would come sloshed, sleep in minimum clothes and keep on murmuring, sleepwalked, had to be directed to his bed after his loo visits
That night we also had a girl who was a younger version of Bridget Jones. Plump cute, giggly. She came, giggled, changed clothes to see through stockings and top and slept. Then got up, giggled, said her alarm will go off early morning then slept again. Her alarm buzzed in 10 minutes. She messed it up. Anyway. I myself had to take early morning train and she wasn’t there when I left so I assume she made it in time.
Then I made the most stupid journey of my life. Stranded, late and alone in Europe, for the first, but not the last time...
We reached back next morning and bought some Bavarian stuff for the fest. Oh I got my lovely Bavarian dress! We moved further, got lost, met again and walked along the parade. There are barrels and barrels and barrels of beer, stacked on Bavarian horses that are no less than monsters. Such rich healthy horses…legs of size of Asian elephant if not anything. This was also the 200th year on fest.
We reached the main venue and entered the place wondering where to begin. One can see beer literally flowing-Beer and Pretzels. The maidens who serve beer get 10 mugs at a time for orders, each one liters and the mug very heavy. We ordered one and shared...but oh...too late now…I was high.
Then we ordered another, and went out, all over the place. Got random pictures and ran I ran into a bunch of random girls who were writing messages with markers. Guess what they wrote on my hands..’Lick my Pu***’
Then we went inside again, stole beer, stood on tables, and danced…rest I don’t remember. Oktoberfest is crazy experience. But that was not all, yet to follow…
We went back and waited at the station to catch train. Munchen by the way was one of very few stations across Europe that is open whole night. I ended up spending nearly five night there- stuck for 2 hours or at times much more. That was one of the most memorable experiences of life. We met same people again and again. I guess they live out of the waiting room, or were seasonal and seasoned travelers like us.
But my stint in Oktoberfest, as I thought, was not over.
Munchen at that time is a madhouse. Everywhere, there are people dressed in traditional Bavarian clothes and found doing unbelievable stuff. Youngsters come in flocks by each train and disappear in the city. If you stand on first floor of the huge railway station, you will see that trains come one after another and the moment they stop, swarm of people in similar clothes unboarding it and run everywhere. I remember we were standing outside Burger King to access free wifi and it was next to the station escalator. Suddenly we realized some creature rising up from escalator. As it surfaced, we realized it was a super sloshed guy who had fallen and was bleeding at 100 places...he must would have knocked everything around!
We left Oktoberfest but as I said, I was to visit again…
After roaming all over Italy and Greece, we were on our way back to Oslo, the conventional route is Hamburg-->Copenhagen-->Goteborg-->Oslo. All stretches take four hours each. We reached Munchen from where we were to head Hamburg when we ran into other friends from France. They were there for Oktoberfest which was in its last two days now- in the first week of October. My friends travelling with me chose to go ahead back to Oslo but I stayed back for another day at Oktoberfest. Great decision!
Those guys had already been staying in Munchen for a day and had taken a youth hostel. I did not take a hostel, just sneaked in theirs! That too was the fun part. There were empty beds in that room-which had 8 beds and we thought that even if they get filled, two guys will share. As it was already evening, we spent the ret of the day in visiting Olympic site and Bajaj Allianz arena. Night was random fun in the room over wine bottles. Next morning was Oktoberfest day again. We were prepared. Lock in passports in room. Carry nothing, give some money to the guy who is never sloshed and go.
It is very difficult to get a table inside the tents. They get booked a year in advance. We were now one girl and four guys. Another had to join in later. We stood in queues to get in the tents. Few open for a bit to let people in. But it is very difficult
I with a friends managed getting into one finally. My friend left to get others in while I waited inside. Such bliss to be a girl, all alone inside the Oktoberfest tent. Random men gave me their beers, asked to join in, danced and went. I did take enough advantage of being a girl abroad, something I’d never do in here-lest the men think otherwise- very likely.
Now the guards wouldn’t let my other friends in. We tried hard. Finally while I was standing at the door, one guard let in one of my friend thinking we are together and he didn’t make it inside. Now one was left. A girl gave me her entry band thinking my boyfriend is outside…similarly we all finally got in.
Now was he fun time. We drank and drank and drank. So many short funny scenes- Swiss guy flirting, a guy came and just lifted me up- out of the blue, then I went to the foot of giant stage and asked the band member if I can come up. He said not allowed. I was making faces- so he gave me a chocolate and a kiss- as in flying of course. That’s it.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the grass outside the tent. I am told I puked which I don’t remember. I rested a while and was back in the tent. Finally in the night, buzzed and sloshed, we just roamed in the fest area, took rides (I didn’t I’m chicken at that) CRAZY. We also tried to take the beer mugs with us- my friend was caught by the cop and the mug snatched away from him. I was let passed- eventually as I was buzzed and mug heavy I just dropped it in the middle of crowd a loud noise and looks saying ‘Huh all hard work shattered you fool’
The night had its own charm. We had total items in the room. The fatso who we met last night too. Would come sloshed, sleep in minimum clothes and keep on murmuring, sleepwalked, had to be directed to his bed after his loo visits
That night we also had a girl who was a younger version of Bridget Jones. Plump cute, giggly. She came, giggled, changed clothes to see through stockings and top and slept. Then got up, giggled, said her alarm will go off early morning then slept again. Her alarm buzzed in 10 minutes. She messed it up. Anyway. I myself had to take early morning train and she wasn’t there when I left so I assume she made it in time.
Then I made the most stupid journey of my life. Stranded, late and alone in Europe, for the first, but not the last time...
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