Oktoberfest… here we come!

The next day we caught a plane and after much delay (well, it was fun delay, but lets be honest, Stockholm and Riga were just a delay for the destination of destinations) we arrived in Munich! And now, without any further ado, I would like to introduce to you, Team Chokengruppen! (Don’t even bother asking about the name, all I can say is that the best things in life are free…):

We found our hostel and didn’t waste any time getting to the beer tents. We arrived around 4:30 or so and it was already packed. We went a few beer tents and we were starting to get frustrated because we could not find a place to sit. Finally, at Hafbrauhaus, we found a table with 4 older guys representing the British Isles. There were 2 Welshmen, 1 Scottish guy, and a British dude. They were all hilarious. Slightly perverted, but funny. Lucky for me, it was made clear from the beginning that Blake and I are an item, so Kathleen got most of the crap from the guys. Bossman (that’s what we called him) was all about Kathleen:

The whole thing is just crazy. The tents are jam-packed full of drunk people, who prost (cheers) and sing and stand on tables.

Blake and I tried the traditional Schweinhaxen, which is, as the old British dude yelled out across our table, “Pork Knuckle!!!!” It tasted sooo good!

I was wearing my Swedish soccer jersey, and every time I went anywhere, people would scream and point at me, Sweden!!! I ended up chatting with a few of them in Swedish, which was pretty cool. It was hard to explain to everyone that I am American, but I live in Sweden, and that I am not Swedish at all, but in fact mostly Irish, German, and Lithuanian. It blew their minds! Most of the night we all just talked to random people that were in proximity to us or that stopped and talked to us because of the wristbands, or a t-shirt, or whatever. Jason became good buds with a cute German couple that are “seriously” going to come visit him. Here are a few pics and videos that hopefully capture this atmosphere better than I ever will:

Everyone loved our American wrist bands, which again, we bought in Stockholm. I think my favorite pic of the night is Blake having a moment with one of the neo-nazi Germans who kept telling him to be proud of his heritage:

After about 5 hours, some of us (you know who you are...) had had enough, and because we didn’t want to pass out around some scary Germans, we decided to call it a night.