Catholics and the vatican city are like beer and the Oktoberfest in Germany. So without a doubt, we had to pay religious homage. We needed to be blessed, blessed by the holiest of liquids...beer.

Munich Oktoberfest.

Although, we spent the first day visiting a concentration camp "Dachau", it wasn't too long before we were in beer belly central. Lashed on 1L pilsners with some fellow italians, absolutly murdered some german songs, fell off the table twice - memory roughly disappeared from mid-afternoon.

Then eyes open, awake outside on the open grass, we stumbled to a taxi; argued on how the driver should pronounce his german then vomited in front of a packed contiki bus back at camp. I had my hangover in the same day...brilliant!