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

In Search of Caesar

After seeing the Vatican Museum and other sights in Rome that morning, we had yet to do one of the top things on my Rome list: Finding the site where Julius Caesar was assassinated on March 15th, 44 BC.  Even with all the bad omens, and warnings of negative dreams from his wife Calpurnia, Caesar’s good friend Brutus- one of the 60 conspirators in the assassination- encouraged him to go forth to Senate that day. Shortly after addressing the senate, he fell dead at the foot of Pompey’s statue succumbing to multiple stab wounds.

After searching the surrounding streets of the Sacred Area for a solid two hours, and even asking multiple businesses in the area for assistance, we came up short and I was crushed. Instead we decided to head out for a beer further north.

I’m not one to wait for a light to tell me to cross the street when it’s clearly safe, so when I made move and Dylan stayed put I lost him in a sea of people. After a few mins. of scanning across the street I spotted him standing near a below-side-walk-level fenced-in area. Clearly we were both exhausted, and needed a break and so I crossed back over to where he decided to rest his legs- and there it was.

Located in the Largo di Argentina square along Via San Nicola de Cesarini were ruins of several buildings including the Statio Aquarum, remains of a latrine in Pompey’s portico, and the very site Caesar met his fate.

If Dylan hadn’t have stayed put when I walked back and forth across the busy streets foolishly, we wouldn’t have found the site we’d searched for hours for. How’s that for an oddity?

Meeting Walt & Natasha

Roaming around Venice in the afternoon we passed another couple, the girl sporting a jacket with Scotland scrolled across her back. It was memorable simply because it got Dylan and I discussing how we wouldn’t wear a jacket displaying we were Canadian, but we would wear a souvenir shirt from a country along our journey. Then again when eating our last Italian meal that night they came into the same restaurant, the Ae Oche (American-style decor, but to-die-for-pizza) at the same time and sat a mere few tables back.

When awaiting our night train to Munich, Germany that night, oddly enough they happened to sit directly beside us on the bench. Natasha and Walt were from South Africa, touring Europe for a couple of months, and as we speculated they had simply visited Scotland on a previous journey. We got to chatting and discovered they were also huge Metallica and Tenacious D fans, as well as catching the same train and going to Oktoberfest.

The next morning when we arrived at the Munich train station we ran into them and mentioned, even though we’d spoken very little, that we were meeting our American buddies at the church outside Oktoberfest Thursday morning and the invitation were open. Too many bizarre meetings here in Europe, it’s still a mystery to me how these things came together.

Meeting Brian & Elizabeth

Our second to last day in Amsterdam, a new couple arrived late one afternoon to the bunk across from Dylan and I. As it turned put there were incredibly friendly Americans: Brian of Phoenix and Elizabeth of Boston. We got to talking and they were also traveling Western Europe for an entire month, including some of the very same cities on our itinerary.

It was odd enough to encounter a couple from our very own continent, as the majority of people there were from Australia, the UK, other parts of Europe, or unidentifiable non-English speakers. The perfect part was their Oktoberfest dates landed on Sept. 24th, 25th, and 26th… The very same three days we were going. So of course we exchanged details and planned to meet up for a night of debauchery and 1-Liter German beer consuming.

As the next couple of weeks went on we kept in touch by e-mail, Brian on his Blackberry and us on our iPhones… though only when we found a free WiFi connection (not always easy). And we heard from Dylan’s best friend Rob, an Italian who spends a month back in his home-land annually, that finding WiFi in Italy would be next to impossible. He was right on the money. Luckily Sunday afternoon as we dined on pasta, beer and wine down a narrow Roman alley-way we found a WiFi connection, got our Internet fix and checked in on life back home. As it turned out Brian messaged Dylan informing us he were in Rome for the next couple of days, and Elizabeth was joining him tomorrow. That was unexpected and exciting but unfortunately we hadn’t the time to meet up, so we again planned for Oktoberfest in the few days following.

Monday, Sept. 22nd, after another day of sight-seeing and before departing to Venice via night train, we decided to take the Metro closer to the train station for another pasta dinner. Exhausted with sore feet on one of a dozen cars of the very same Metro line who did we encounter? Brian and Elizabeth. Unfortunately they were off two stops before ours to grab a free dinner at their Hostel, and we only had a few hours to eat before departing. So yes, again we planned to meet at Oktoberfest.

After dinner and discussions of how surreal that meeting was, we hopped back on the Metro. Just as we were about to get off, Dylan spotted them getting on the same train one door down. We weren’t willing to kick ourselves a second time for not stopping to chat, so we stayed on the train and surprised the daylights out of them. We pretty well decided right then there was no denying we were meant to be friends.

Certainly an outstanding decision as we kept in touch and partied hard at Oktoberfest with our dear new friends for life, Brian and Elizabeth.

We’re flying into Frankfurt, Germany, the 8th largest airport in the world, and the 3rd busiest airport as far as passenger traffic goes in all Europe, behind London’s ‘Heathrow’ and Paris’s ‘Charles de Gaulle’. From there we’re traveling counter-clockwise through Western Europe: From Frankfurt to Amsterdam, the Netherlands for a while, then through Belgium & France down to Italy. There’s a possibility of a Greecian get-a-way in there, if we feel up to it (through a last-minute, inexpensive flight). Then before flying out of Frankfurt we’ll stop by Munich, for the 175th Oktoberfest. Only 101 days until it’s commencement date! Fitting way to end the trip, I’d say.

Oktoberfest began in 1810, a wedding celebration for the masses from crowned Prince Ludwig and his Princess Therese. The 16-day event sees around 6.2 million people each year at the Theresienwiese, from all over the world.

So, I now know from various sources to cross the busy roads with confidence, when in Rome. Coffee is less expensive in Venice when ordered standing up as opposed to seated at a table. To not use the convenient on-the-street toilet “pods” in Paris, pour des raisons de propreté (or, for cleanliness purposes, thank you cousin Ali). Tipping isn’t necessary, as it’s included on most restaurant bills. And Amsterdam is best experienced on bike… among many other tricks of the trade that will come to me only when faced with the journey.

Any other tips and advice are most welcome, even your own European (or non-European) vacation recollections, as I’m sure any information I can get will be of some use!