Beer really does taste better served by a wentch
21.09.2006 20 °C
This one goes out to anyone who loves a beer, and likes that beer to be big, and likes it served by someone in costume.
After Greece, Hannah and I decided it was time to go where the beer flows like wine, and the women instinctively flow like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talking about Oktoberfest. So we met Bim in Berlin, hired a car and headed south, via Cologne and the Black Forest. After getting through some questionable navigation from the girls, we arrived in Munich, and checked into the "cabin."
It was time for a beer.
Although Oktoberfest is not officially opened until 11:00 on the Saturday, some people still got pumped the day before.
We got up early and headed to the beer grounds. Many people come here in traditional Bavarian dress. It's even more awesome than the photos could ever show.
People everywhere where super pumped, and the first beer didn't disapoint. Served by a wentch, carrying a ship load of beer in litre glasses, it was so sweet.
We found the locals loved their lederhosen's.
Plus they loved a photo with a stranger.
We also found that Beer Wentches were multi-talented. Not only could they serve masses of beer, they could serve masses of chicken, too.
Day two of Oktoberfest started much the same as day one, except we had a slight hangover. People still marched around in full kit.
And locals still loved to be in a photo.
At this stage, I'd like to point out that Oktoberfest is for everyone, even coyboys.
By the end of the day, we found we had met a lot of German people.
So that was Oktoberfest. Bim and I lost Hannah a bit on the last night, so we went on a couple of rides. Needless to say, rides after 7 or 8 litres of beers is not the best idea, but it sure is fun.
I'll leave you with one more picture of some Bavarian people, probably crazy.
Hugs and kisses to all,