Yesturday, I went to Munich for the first time. The town square is amazing, and everything is simply breathtaking. Blah,blah,blah
The real subject of this post is Munich's most famous festival: Oktoberfest.
Oktoberfest is beyond description, but I will make a feeble attempt now.
You enter the festival, and you don't need to pay an entrance fee, which I liked very much. The smell of Oktoberfest is an incredible mix of cigarettes, sausages, beer, beer, beer, and pretzels. The first thing that caught my eye was the dozens of high quality carnival rides. The rides at the Oktoberfest are portible, but they are bigger, faster, and crazier than almost anything we have in America. This includes the amusement park rides too. The violence of these rides still amazes me. I was pretty sure that the patrons of the Oktoberfest version of the swings were going to sue the management for whiplash.
Also, there were tons of haunted houses and mirror halls. I think the propietors of these places enjoy watching the the throng of drunkards line up to stumble and fall through their fun house for 3 dollars a person.
Aside from the carnival rides, Oktoberfest is about beer. Lots and Lots of beer. Each brewery has a "tent" where they serve pretzels and their own brew. To call these things a tent is an insult to what it really is. They are much more like beer hangers.
I was alone yesturday, and I looked into one of these hangers to see a billowing, thick atmosphere of smoke and I heard loud, loud drunken singing. Inside the tent, it is packed wall to wall with people, all of which are standing on their benches and shouting along to the German Beer Hall music that is being played. I didn't know any of the words to the songs, but I think it mattered very little, because those around me did not seem to know the words either. It was more like timed shouting than singing.
Everyone was having the time of their lives.
Oktoberfest is one of the few places I have ever been that was able to keep a smile on my face from the time I arrived till the time I left.
Tommorrow I am meeting a friend from home (Jess) in the main town square. Perhaps we will go to the Oktoberfest. Hope so.
The real subject of this post is Munich's most famous festival: Oktoberfest.
Oktoberfest is beyond description, but I will make a feeble attempt now.
You enter the festival, and you don't need to pay an entrance fee, which I liked very much. The smell of Oktoberfest is an incredible mix of cigarettes, sausages, beer, beer, beer, and pretzels. The first thing that caught my eye was the dozens of high quality carnival rides. The rides at the Oktoberfest are portible, but they are bigger, faster, and crazier than almost anything we have in America. This includes the amusement park rides too. The violence of these rides still amazes me. I was pretty sure that the patrons of the Oktoberfest version of the swings were going to sue the management for whiplash.
Also, there were tons of haunted houses and mirror halls. I think the propietors of these places enjoy watching the the throng of drunkards line up to stumble and fall through their fun house for 3 dollars a person.
Aside from the carnival rides, Oktoberfest is about beer. Lots and Lots of beer. Each brewery has a "tent" where they serve pretzels and their own brew. To call these things a tent is an insult to what it really is. They are much more like beer hangers.
I was alone yesturday, and I looked into one of these hangers to see a billowing, thick atmosphere of smoke and I heard loud, loud drunken singing. Inside the tent, it is packed wall to wall with people, all of which are standing on their benches and shouting along to the German Beer Hall music that is being played. I didn't know any of the words to the songs, but I think it mattered very little, because those around me did not seem to know the words either. It was more like timed shouting than singing.
Everyone was having the time of their lives.
Oktoberfest is one of the few places I have ever been that was able to keep a smile on my face from the time I arrived till the time I left.
Tommorrow I am meeting a friend from home (Jess) in the main town square. Perhaps we will go to the Oktoberfest. Hope so.
