The most memorable part of Germany is the part in which I cannot remember. We were intoxicated beyond brain damage for the entire three days but the photos tell us that between the grazes on our knees and the vomit in our pigtails, we had a lot of fun. Oktoberfest.
It’s completely cliché and we did it, admittedly, in the most cliché way but with no apologies. We were embarrassingly, unashamedly Australian and the whole festival knew it. Despite the freezing and drizzling conditions we were dressed in our skimpy green and gold dirndls followed by our matching entourage of fellow green and gold lederhosens. We camped in our tiny little collapsable green tent in a sea of tiny little collapsable green tents. In the state we were in I find it unfathomable how we made it home each night to the correct tent. I’m sure some kind of trial and error method was involved.
We drank we drank we sang we drank we vomited we drank we danced we drank we passed out.
Morning one we were up at 5am, working a sweat amongst the squabble, defending our tiny patch of mirror in the girls bathroom to look neat and pretty …little did we know it was all in vain. By 1:15pm we would look like Albert Einstein in drag. Morning two we didn’t bother. Threw back the covers …already dressed from the day before and off we went after a hearty chunder. Morning three following suit of morning two.
Morning four, the morning we left, was by far the worst. Every other day at breakfast we were armed with a pint ready to fight off any invading hangovers. Day four …that dreaded day… was three of the biggest hangovers of your life at once. We were in no state to travel to another country, but a state of complete and utter shock took us across the border to Austria where we came to in Salzburg speculating how we may have gotten there.
I got what I went for …a photo of myself standing on a table, trying to eat a giant pretzel and down a pint of Löwenbrau at the same time …the rest is a mystery …literally.
stephmoni 
Like I said, a way with words!