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Oktoberfest.....where do I start? I rocked into Munich around lunch time on Thursday after picking up a quick 40 Euro fine on the train because I didn't stamp my ticket (rookie mistake) I met the crew at our hostel. We then headed into town and hit the Hofbraus for a stein and a feed. This was the birth place of the Pork Knuckle Challenge, Pete and I committed to eating a Pork Knuckle every day we were in Munich. Please do not try this at home.
On Friday we headed into an Aussie Bar Ned Kelly's to watch the Geelong v Collingwood Prelim. This wasgood warm up to Oktoberfest as we starting drinking beer in the morning before having any brekky. Things continued on, we hit the Hofbraus again in the arvo for our second pork knuckle and somehow I wound up asleep on the toilet?? There must have been something in the pork.
At this point our Oktoberfest team started to grow. I met a young Esperance lad named Jezza in Split who was looking for accommodation in Munich. We'd lost one team member earlier as the Greek islands broke her bank balance (sorry Nat) so he became her replacement. Back at the hostel later that night we teamed up with another group of Aussies on our floor in the hostel (might I add they were also very thirsty Australians). Our Oktoberfest team now consisted of Chrissy, Pete, Jenny, Elliot, Bec, Jezza, Hollie, Aly, Ian, Janelle, Rob, Kirsten, Shaun and myself. All of us scored tickets to the Hofbraus tent on opening day from Markus at our hostel. We ended up in corporate seating amoungst a heap of Germans on the top level of the tent. Awesome view. Atmosphere when they tapped the keg at lunch time was insane. Then things got MESSY....
From 12 to 4.30 Things went from zero to a hundred QUICKLY. By the time we left the beer hall at half four everyone was BLIND and the team became separated. Petey and I were tackling our third pork knuckle when I received a call from Nathan Post. I met Nate when I arrived in Athens. We've crossed paths a couple of times during our travels. Facebook came shining through with its communicative powers and the young Wollongong lad was now a part of our Oktoberfest team. First day I was home at midnight. I don't remember much. I think I had 8 litres of beer.
DAY TWO: Straight back to the hofbraus tent we met up with Hougsey, Kiera, Stylesy and Sir Charles Nix. Stylesy and Nixy had to take the first day off Oktoberfest coz they got drunk in London before they left and something else about being soft....ANYWAY they were fresh as daisy's which led to a CRAZY afternoon.
DAY THREE: I'm sweating beer and smelling like a Purpose Built Pork Knuckle Kitchen. Never the less we were back in there by about 2pm. I caught up with my Greek Islands Roommate Pauly and we hit the Lowenbrau tent. BIGGEST PORK KNUCKLE EVER. I got half way through it and had a massive attack of the meat sweats. Somewhere during the day we decided leaving on Tuesday wasn't such a good idea so we pushed our accommodation out to Thursday. My liver screamed but I quietened him down with beer. Noisy f***er. Also thanks to Hollie and Jenny for the massive tree branch they left in my bed!!
DAY FOUR:A bit slow to get started today. We had a team meeting and looked into hiring a car to do a drive through Easternish Europe for about 10 days. A few of the other lads liked the sound of this idea and our tour group was formed. Chrissy, Petey, Nate, Jezza and I lined up a car big enough to carry 5 drunken idiots and then headed back to Oktoberfest.
DAY FIVE: One last hit out. With only the 5 of us left at the hostel we had a quiet drink before jumping on the train. Once we'd finished a bottle of Jager we were good to go. Important note here: After 5 days of Oktoberfest it is not possible for your farts to smell anything but terrible. We hit a German tent first up today. Not sure how we even got in coz it looked like you needed tickets. Here we finished the pork knuckle challenge with the best one I'd eaten all week. It wasn't so full of fat that it made me go cross eyed. When the day wound up we headed into Munich to tackle some night clubs. Ended up in a club that reminded me of 'Saphire' in Subi except it had small German chicks who try and steal wallets.
After a week of serious punishment in Germany the 5 of us are now off to try our skills behind the wheel on the Auto Bahn. It should be a nice relaxing 10 days..... (I'm scared)
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