CHAPTER 9
Oktoberfest day two… got up early and rushed to the festival grounds to get in line at one of the beer tents (there are a certain number of tables inside the tents for which you don’t need tickets and that are first come first serve). Sadly, about 10,000 other slightly hungover Bavarians had the same idea as us, and suffice it to say, again, we were going to be spending the day outside.
At one point though, thanks to a generous monetary tip that convinced our waitress to sneak us through the kitchen, Kacey and I did manage to infiltrate the confines of the Tent. Once we were in, the real dilemma unfolded… it turns out that you can only be served if you have a designated seat at one of the thousands of tables inside the tent. Luckily for us, my million dollar wink persuaded a group of young dirndls to give us temporary asylum on their bench- and when the next beer wench came around, we were victoriously served two bubbling steins of Munich’s best! There really is no substitute for drinking a giant mug of cold pilsner in the Oktoberfest tent of the namesake brewery.
Well, you can only eat and drink for so long, and come 5pm, after over nine hours of indulgence, we were about spent. Providentially we were presented with a second wind, in the form of… amusement park rides. That’s right, the classic any-town-USA county fair comes to Munich every September and sets up dozens of rides surrounding the beer tents- bumper cars, roller coasters, farris wheels- in a bold attempt to family-ify the riot that is Oktoberfest. In general this works pretty well, until at least the thousands of inebriated beer tent patrons abandon their liquid domain, and spill out into the twilight ready for a new form of entertainment. At this point the wholesome family units wisely hit the Ubahn, and the rest of us hit the whirlybird.
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