Munich, Germany & the Wies’n Camp

We arrived in Munich on the night train from Venice around 7:00am on Wednesday, Sept. 24th. Coming from countries like Greece and Italy we found it to be extremely frigid, apparently the whole of Bavaria was in the middle of a cold-snap, the high being a mere 10 degrees! Lucky us.

Our accommodations for the 3 nights were located a short Metro trip away from downtown Munich. So we hopped on the S2-Line, showed up at the Wies’n Camp and were checked into our tent on the grounds of the Olympic Horse Stadium by 9:00am. With little else to do at that hour, our journey to Oktoberfest was finally about to begin. And considering it was the first item on our must-do’s list, and the pinnacle of the Eurotrip, why not take advantage of our time to shine in the least sober way possible.

The Theresienwiese grounds (or the Wies’n to the locals) are where the festivities have been held since 1810. With 6 local Bavarian breweries, 16 days of festivities, a dozen beer tents (each accommodating 100,000 people), plus a plethora of food, rides, fun-houses and games… Who wouldn’t feel like a kid in a candy store?

Day 1: Wednesday
Hours of Drinking: 8

The first day it started out as just Dylan and I, one table, and a bunch of 1-Litre beers. By noon the tents are packed and it’s rare to find room to sit, which is key as you won’t be served unless you’re seated. We went to only two tents that day. In the second tent we were seated by 2:00pm next to a fabulous German couple from up north. Soon enough another group of 4 older Munich gentlemen squished in… and the rest is a blur! But from the photos Dylan managed to take, I’m certain we all got along beautifully!

Day 2: Thursday
Hours of Drinking: 9.5

We were 30 mins. late for our planned 10:00am meeting with Brian and Elizabeth. But when we arrived at the church much to our surprise Walt and Natasha were standing there! That was awesome, and they even brought their very cool friend, a German from further east, Annette. Brian showed up shortly after, and Elizabeth was on her way. But the first thing they did was head out to find some hats, gloves and warmer clothing, since Brian was coming from Phoenix with weather at least 20 degrees warmer (on a bad day) he couldn’t handle the cold! Understandable, I’m a Manitoban and found it bad.

We hit our tent by 11:00am and consumed a lot of beer and bullshitted with our amazing new friends for a solid many hours. Unfortunately we had to give up our table around 5:00pm as it were- unbeknown to us- Reserved. With no hope of fitting us all in elsewhere, Dylan, Brian, Elizabeth and I parted ways with the other three and headed for Elizabeth’s find the day prior- Bollywood Restaurant.

We drank more beer and dined… but realized we didn’t do Oktoberfest to the fullest, so we would meet again tomorrow at noon.

Day 3: Friday
Hours of Drinking: 9.5

Waking up on day 3 was rough enough, but we managed to find Brian shortly before 1:00pm and headed onto the grounds. It being a Friday, we weren’t even able to find a table inside any of the tents. So, thirsty enough already we gave up quickly and settled for a table right outside a tent, still within earshot of the band. We managed to throw back a few Litres of beer before Elizabeth joined us to start playing catch-up.

Again, not all details stuck with me from around 4:00pm on, but we met a ton of cool locals. I met two lovely ladies, one of Munich and one of Nuremberg, and we exchanged details for my future visits.

Since we managed to stay until very late this last night, we witnessed quite a bit of craziness, including dancing on tables, loss of clothing, a few of our female table-mates sharing some intimate moments, plenty of singing the official Oktoberfest song and much more debauchery than one should endure in a lifetime.

Total Days at Oktoberfest: 3
Total Hours of Drinking: 27

All-in-all the lack of memories, the amazing partially-blurry-memories, the beer spilled, the pretzels and 1/2 rotisserie Hend’ls (chickens) consumed, and the new friends made were well worth the hangovers… And even worth the passing-out alone on the Metro after Day 3 only to be awoken by a pack of 16-year-olds (who think playing Franz Ferdinand covers in their band are cool) at 2:00am at the very last stop of the S2-Line, and having to wait 50 mins. in 0 Degree weather to catch the next Metro 6 stops back to the Wies’n Camp grounds whilst learning cool new German phrases… Yes, even that was worth it.

Thanks again kids.

The vague memories will be with me forever. The liver damage as well sadly. I cannot wait to one day return to the Wies’n for another awesome and authentic Oktoberfest experience. Maybe I’ll find that dignity I think I left under a table in one of those tents? Hmmm…

Pictures from Oktoberfest 2008

No offense to anyone else on the gorgeous isle of Crete, of course, as I have learned since traveling here that Cretans first take pride in their island, and then their country. But Heraklion is in desperate need of a face-lift. Luckily we were a good two hours away, in the remote village of Analipsi, Makrigialos.

We spent last Saturday in Berlin, Germany, checking out sites such as the remnants of the Berlin Wall, including the Topography of Terror which walks you right through the History of it exceptionally well. Then Saturday night we departed to the Heraklion airport on the southern Greek island of Crete. We may have landed at 11:00pm… But it was still a humid 25 degrees out, which gave us an idea of what to expect that week.

We then retrieved our luggage and left the terminal to a movie-like-moment of Dylan’s name displayed on a sign- and there waited our ride: an M&M-green, drop-top Chevy Matiz.

The drive from Heraklion (located on central-north Crete) to south-eastern Makrigialos took us just under 2 hours. We obviously couldn’t see too many sights in the dark, but we had the car all week to explore the amazing island.

We literally swam in the sea daily. We visited various beaches, each with their own character- from white to beige sand, rocky steep white cliffs, to multi-coloured pebbles. All located at the edge of the illustrious, clean and clear aquablue Aegean sea. I hate to have cheated on my beloved Pacific Ocean, but I truly fell in love.

The island of Crete is peppered with various small villages throughout the valleys beneath it’s multiple mountain ranges. Each area has at least half a dozen Medieval or Minoan sites, caves and gorges to explore.

One of the few we walked through was just north of Makrigialos, near Sitia, a Venetian Village from the early 1700′s called Etia. Most buildings including the church are still standing, it was incredible.

Villea Village Resort

Our hotel in Analipsi was an incredible last-minute find through work. Villea Village Resort was literally 100 meters from our favourite Cretan beach and had everything we could possibly need. We met the owner, Vasili, who takes groups out daily on gorge-walks, and samples local Cretan wines and olive oils at night.

We also got to know our bartender, Nikko, at Fisherman Jack’s Poolside Bar well, as they had a wide selection of board games, an array of available afternoon snacks, and a friendly team of staff to educate and entertain the guests. Amazing people and an amazing little village that I will definitely revisit in the future.

As for today, we found ourselves off Crete and exploring a few sites in Athens. At the moment we’re awaiting our (unfortunately delayed until 6pm) flight to Rome, Italy for a few days in the Ancient City. First thing tomorrow I’m hoping to check out the site of Caesar’s assassination, and the Colosseum, to name just a few spots. Until then… Here is hoping I’ll hold onto this tan I picked up in Greece!

In the past 3 weeks I’ve been to 4 concerts in as many cities. Radiohead in Vancouver, Beck in Victoria, Pennywise in Amsterdam, and finally, Metallica in Berlin. Now it was my very first Metallica concert, Dylan’s second, so it was truly something special. But it wasn’t an ordinary everyday show for them either.

Friday, September 12th was also the release date for their newest album (in about 5 years), Death Magnetic. They chose to launch the album, and open the brand new O2 World Arena here in Berlin. To top it all off it was one of two charity shows (the next on Sept. 15th in London) for only €10!

Metallica @ the O2 Arena in Berlin

Metallica opened with a string of a few new tunes before turning out the classics like Of Wolf & Man, The Thing That Should Not Be, Wherever I May Roam, Blackened, Frantic, Until it Sleeps, Master of Puppets, One, and so, so many more for an amazing two hours. The masters of metal then mixed in quite a few newer songs throughout, including the singles Cyanide and The Day That Never Comes. They ended it all with Jump in the Fire, right before Seek & Destroy. Pardon the French I picked up earlier this trip, but holy shit- that was unreal! Their stage presence is incomparable and their energy unmatched.

Now that my ears are ringing and my neck oh-so-sore, some sleep must be had. Tomorrow we will see as much of big beautiful Berlin, Germany (population 3 million) as possible during the day.

As for tomorrow night we are jet-setting to the southern isle of Crete, Greece for about 5, 6 days, we’ll see! I can’t wait and could really use the sunshine, sand and sea.

We touched down in Frankfurt, Germany on Sunday around 4:30pm local time. Upon arriving at the airport we quickly regained our strength at one of the many airport cafes, dinning on tomato soup (or more so, delicious tomato paste), frankfurters and cold beer. Much to my dismay Frankfurt was a practically unbearable 30 degrees… Didn’t much help to have 16 kilos of clothing strapped to my back!

The Netherlands

We had an ICE Train reservation for 7pm to the small Dutch town of Arnhem, a couple hours west of Frankfurt. The train system here is incredible. We moved at a speed of 250 Km+ at times through south-west German rolling plains into the Netherlands.

We were greeted at the Arnhem Central Station by an old family friend of Dylan’s, Stijn. We were then fortunate enough to spend the next few days getting accustomed to the European lifestyle at the home of Stijn, Mim, and their two beautiful young girls, Mirre and Evie in Elst, the Netherlands.

The Horse Market

On Monday, Sept. 1st, we awoke sans jet lag and attended a horse market that has been going on annually in Elst, since 1200. Horse breeders from all across Europe lined the cobble-stoned streets with hundreds of their horses. If you want the best deal on the most impressive horse you’re there at 5am… Luckily we were not. We biked in by 8am, and had a beer in hand by 9am.

Seated next to a table of 4 local gentlemen, I was offered a horse for a mere €40! Unfortunately I don’t believe my landlady Opal would allow it in my tiny flat.

Kinderdijk

The next few days were spent wide-eyed touring the southern Netherlands. We wandered the modern markets and shopping areas of Rotterdam, visited the oldest city in the Netherlands, Nijmegen (an ancient Roman settlement), took a tour of Mim’s coffee factory, and drank a lot of beer- which goes without saying. The highlight was definitely the 250 year old windmills in Kinderdiijk.

Antwerp, Belgium

Wednesday we reluctantly left our incredibly accommodating tour guide, Stijn, behind, as well as the comfort of their home in Elst and hopped on a train headed west.

Our destination was an unexpected one, we spent the night in Antwerp, Belgium last night. A decision I’m most happy we made. This was the first Hostel experience for both Dylan and I. We used his handy Let’s Go: Western Europe book and located the New International Youth Hostel about a 15 min. walk from the Antwerp Central Station. As the book states, it is a well-worn place, but it was most enjoyable and we met folks from all across Europe.

Antwerp itself is stunning, a melting pot of cultures, amazing architecture and world famous fries (to die for, especially with garlic sauce!).

At the moment we’re south-bound on the Thalys to Paris, then we will head north straight-away. Our official plan is to spend a night or two in the northern sea-side town of Dieppe, France, and get our Paris sight-seeing in most likely on Saturday. Dylan’s not big on the French culture, something to do with the French Immersion kids clashing with his English classmates back in his Elementary School days- so we’ll see how he fares with all the berets and croissants…

Not only are they playing in Berlin, Germany, but in London a few days later as well.  The only problem is the lack of information on just how to obtain tickets.  You do have to be a member of the official Metallica fan club, but other details are few and far between at this point. And time is counting down far too quickly… So, we’ll see if that plan flies or not.

One month until we fly out.