some jolly oktoberfest!
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Two girls didn't care about the weather forecast so that morning they went out wearing coats while everyone else was wearing light sweaters and even just t-shirts. They had some heavy breakfast though, just trying to make most of what they paid for the hostel which was 100 euros for the sh*tty room. Please blame Phydie for doing the booking! *growls as I remember having to pay 50euros just for sleep*
I barely remember the details of this trip but I'll try my best. Don't worry I won't be writing any novels here (yeah, I actually hope I could as I've been telling people about writing novels for a million decades now!). We got on the subway and never paid any tickets for this whole day, not even having any bit of guilt I must add. We first went to Marienplatz, the central square of the city and it was very nice but too bad the city hall's ballroom tower was under construction which I believe is supposedly something cool.
So we pretty much did a lot of walking. It was a nice sunny cool day but Phydie got too bored from walking so she decided to have some evil fun by shouting "Snake!" while we were walking along some park with trees. It freaked the german out of me that I jumped and ran all the way back to Hamburg (of course I didn't make it to Hamburg).
Finally after a very long walk we made it to the Angel of peace where we were surprised by a naked girl being taken photos of by some photographer. It was hard not to look and get curious but everytime I try to take a look at her, she would look back! I did manage to take a picture of her haha. We walked again through a huge park and found ourselves in Maximilianstrasse where the home of the state parliament Maximilianeum (I dare you pronounce that) is.
After that we went back to Marienplatz to feed ourselves with something. I was so jealous of Phydie's food since it was good and I hated mine. And then it was time for us to head to the Oktoberfest! But first we got lost, all my fault but can you really blame me for getting confused with Theresenstrasse and Theresenwiese? I bet anyone will do the same mistakes I did! Good for us we found a couple of guys who were also heading to Theresenwiese and they allowed us to come along with them (free taxi ride I mean).
Phydie ordered our drinks to some waitress (or whatever you call them sorry but I'm not that very smart). I only had a small mug of beer while she ordered one liter. I am not really a drinker and I didn't want to force myself with too much beer down my sensitive stomach. The main reason why I decided to drink some was actually to make it as a dedication to my late father who loves beer so much and also because this is my first Oktoberfest! It was a challenge for me as well.
Phydie orders our drinks.
Waitress: *looks at me with immense wonder in her eyes* Wie alt bist du? (How old are you?)
Me: *smiling* Zwanzig. (Twenty)
Phydie: Wow you're german is really cute!
Me: *smiling more* Thanks!
We don't really talk much about world issues, politics, Goerge Bush, or Britney Spears. It's not that we don't care because we do! It's just that we don't have to. Simple conversations are very easy to remember, well for me anyway.
Please congratulate me for drinking all my beer. At first I almost puked and gave up but I somehow had a vision of my dad and it made me gulped all that beer in just one blow. We only had one round and after that we left and explored the crazy outdoors of Theresenwiese.
Did we get drunk? I suppose not. Phydie is a hard drinker I bet that much beer wouldn't do much damage to her and me, I don't think so too. I never got drunk because I don't drink and I will never admit I got drunk.
We got on a taxi and headed back to our hostel, as we got off I somehow managed to broke the taxi's door handle but I was able to put it back (don't know how though, amazingly) and Phydie told me again how cute my german was when I was talking to the driver but I am very sure I was talking in english, when we got back to our hostel Phydie almost smashed her face onto the floor as she tripped somewhere at the entrance, we even missed our train to Basel that night as Phydie mistakenly thought that the train will leave at 7:42 and not 7:24 (not exact time but it was something around that time) so we had to wait until 11 for our next train.
Ahhhh this entry is too long. I'll just add whatever happened next to the next entry.