Wiesn insights

I once again dared to go to the Wiesn in Munich after avoiding her for two years. Nevertheless I try to objectively describe my experiences at the Oktoberfest. 

Already arrived in Munich and sitting in the train met me some people in your costume. Whether wildly snogging in the wagon, on the floor of the station in delirium or cheery and proud with a huge gingerbread heart around the neck on the long way home - the scene was colorful. 

Both the state of the people and their costumes varied greatly: in the sea of ​​people you could find leather trousers with white socks made of a creased plastic fabric, short dirndls that covered just the most necessary places, beautiful braided wreaths with flower wreaths, some outliers in street clothes and also see noble costume. However, they all had one thing in common - each of them would collapse within hours on the same benches, yelling at each other loudly bellowing "But please with cream" or "Breathless through the night" as they lolled in their arms. 

Of course, there was also the elite among the drunkards, who could avoid the crowds at one o'clock in the afternoon in front of the closed doors of the beer tent by waving their little ribbons happily and leaving the others in the rain with their umbrellas in the rain , Only those who have a lot of money in their pockets, are invited by a distant friend or have already applied for a table in March, can avoid the snakes and enter the tent at any time. 

Even the atmosphere in the tent split like day and night. Some of them had the day of their lives when they mumbled their 25 chicken in a good mood, held their 12 measure in their hands and danced them on the tables, with strangers in their arms, while one hit the other and topped them Laughing euphoria fell from the tables laughing. But some others, whether bouncers, waiters, or waiting in line, were in a much worse mood. Angry you are repeatedly pushed in the direction you want, or get a tinnitus by a roar in the ear. Here and there an aggressive comment from the neighbor who gets upset over a sip of beer spilled on the body and the sour porridge is ready. 

But the dilemma is clear: every half hour one is urged to order another liter of beer, after the first has not even been emptied. If you can not do this at the desired speed, it can happen that you are promptly shooed by the table that XTXX clock gets in the morning. The beer pushes pretty fast and very strong on the bladder. However, the toilet is well thought out, because especially with women it can happen that one is caught for an hour in the queue, or grape of irritated women and is pushed for a while from one side to the next. 

For the quieter guests: the Wiesn are especially nice when you sit in the beer gardens in the mornings, in smaller tents and buy a Weißwurscht breakfast. Furthermore, there are for lovers of Bavarian culture, the "Oide Wiesn", where you can traditionally enjoy his beer and Hendl in peace to Bavarian music. 

And here's another great news: Even the Oktoberfest innkeepers have contributed to climate protection this year. 

The conclusion: the experiences of the Oktoberfest visitors vary very much. Some yearning for the three-week Gaudi, while others are already reluctant, when friends from abroad announce their visit to the Oktoberfest. But that is just the charm and the meaning of the Oktoberfest: whether good or bad, one time you must have seen it.