Bavarian Blowout!

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Well the weekend kicked off with a different kind of sausage fest to what we were expecting when our 8am flight left London for Munich with the whole of two female passengers, yours truly and the fabulous Bec Weber! Before we had even taken off the flight attendant had been publicly harassed, two bloody Marys had been split (not by us) and a variety of songs sung, needless to say it was the rowdiest flight we had ever been on and we knew the weekend was just going to be plain messy!!!! After an hour and a half of sing-a-longs, we arrived in Munich. A short but interesting bus ride to the terminal saw one of the fairer sex debate if fly spray could really kill rats and a short train ride from there got us to our hostel.

Unable to check in we dumped bags and made a beerline (get it, BEERline!) for the Oktoberfest grounds. The first day saw as arrive promptly at the Hofbrauhaus at around 1ish to have lunch and our first stein. Upon arrival I devised a wonderful game where we all adopted German names and if you failed to call another by their CORRECT name you were forced to drink and the one who caught you created a new rule.... and so, Leslie, Anya, Lord Ludwig and Fritz were born. By the end of the afternoon we were rising for Lord Ludwig, using elbows or heads to point and giving the double guns anytime we asked for another round! As well as one rule that involved a slightly interesting discussion with some men in kilts as to whether they were 'true Scotsmen!' A good introductory day was had, of which we can slightly remember. We piled into bed at a reasonable hour to prepare to the next days onslaught!

Day 2 saw two fake Frauleins play dress up and head once more into the abyss of drinking and debauchery. After a quick side step past the crowds we easily entered the Paulander tent, avoiding the Italian stallion wannabes from the previous days line up, only to be seated beside a group of 65 who could only speak broken English and constantly cried out "çiao bella!!!" at every opportunity! After a few *cough*million*cough* beers we called it a day. So drunk and disorderly we unfortunately lost our way on the 10 minute walk back to the hostel. Instead of bickering as to whose fault it was we decided to board a cheap tube ride to central Munich. When we finally arrived at the hostel we had a quick disco nap, changed and headed into town for an amazing pork knuckle with a side of JW beer, little to say Mr J Wyatt was very excited!

On our final day at theresienweise we rose early as we wanted to avoid the massive queues to enter tents and make the most of our final drinking hours. Once at the grounds we were surprised to find there were no queues, and even more surprisingly... no free tables. So we saddled up to some friendly English lads and settled in for a day of drinking! Kicking off at 10am we ended up staying to see the tent close at around 11pm but not before we had danced ourselves off tables, were flashed by scots men, had been harassed by locals, been on the oompa stage, lost our table, won back our table, had Bec Weber show us her happy feet and some of us drank some questionable beer! We then headed home via a few of the rides including a roller coaster and the spinning swings and surprisingly neither of us ended up driving the porcelin bus!

Our last day saw us rise to the tune of 'beer, beer, give me another beer' ringing in our ears thanks to Jarratt. We decided to spend our remaining time exploring the town, watching the glock that rocks and having one final pork knuckle lunch at Hitler's old haunt to Hofbrauhuse. Only to close out our time in Munich watching the hours tick by at Munich airport.

Too easy, stein anyone?

Drunk and disorderly

Wenches and their men!!!