Well what can I say? Five and half litres of beer and the next day is a bit of a write-off. Woke up with that lurching feeling in my gut and head full of broken china. To top it all off I think a cat snuck into our room last night and took a crap in my mouth...But none of this was to be unexpected. We had planned to do some day tripping as a means to break up the monotony that is Oktoberfest (IE, binge drinking). Today we didn’t get out act together quite early enough to grab an excursion out to the Alps so instead we headed down to the old town to hook up with a city-tour. The great thing about these tours is that you get the coles-notes version of the city, complete with a history lesson and points of interest. You’ve all seen these before: the double-decker bus with no roof and tons of retired people chattering on in a different language and snapping pictures. That was us today and it fit the bill, especially the part where you didn’t need to walk, talk or interact whatsoever. I achieved a vegetative state by the first half hour and except for the occasional bout of the willies, I faired pretty good. Learned all sorts of interesting tidbits about Munich and Bavarian culture (“did you know that 80% of Munich was levelled in WW II and Hitler’s girlfriend stayed in that hotel across the street…”).
We closed off the day with a so-so dinner in the oldest café in Munich (1440). Need to be in bed early tonight because tomorrow its Day Three and we’re planning to get a brilliant seat at the Hippodrom (one of the best beer tents at Oktoberfest) tomorrow at 10 am. If this is my last post its probably because I went to the Hippodrom at 10 am.
~chris
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