With best guy friend having touched Munich this month, and that too during the time when all ‘spirited’ roads lead to Munich, I can hardly be faulted for going green.
And not a very becoming color it is on my face, let me add.
After all Oktoberfest comes only once a year. Nonetheless, the 14 day long extravaganza leaves all hic-hic-happy people a lot to talk about for the rest of the year.
And ohhh, did I mention – it is the largest fair in the world.
And not all people go there to see racks of beer mugs balanced on well-structured women’s erm…racks, as you may think. Or only to try their luck at being able to find a sloshed girl and drink beer off her…you get the gist.
You have the serious drinkers who are only concerned with glugging all the beer they can manage to get their hands on. After all, that is what they were there for, weren’t there? There are those who liven it up by getting into traditional gear (read lederhosen [leather knee-breeches] for men and dirndls [bodice, blouse, full skirt and apron] for women). You have those who wear goofy hats, offset by goofy grins plastered all over their flushed faces. Then there the ones who do away with tons of traditional grub on display – cheese noodles, potato pancakes, sausages, pretzels etc.
The twleve-gun salute and the tapping ot the first keg of Oktoberfest beer at 12 noon by the Mayor of Munich, in accompaniment to hoarse cries, is the opening stroke. Colorful tents dot the area, music streaming out of them.
Getting back the customary Oktoberfest souvenir mug is di-rigeur.
As is getting back stories of revelry that will be begged for as encores by your granchildren.
Beer ahoy!
Hic!
Aaaaaaaaargh, I so wanna go.....
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