Munich - day 3

30^th of September 2011

The girls

The boys

The next morning we woke much more ready to hit the festival again. Belinda and I donned our drindles while Dave and Rob got out their checked shirts and teamed them with jeans.

We made a stop before the festival heading out to Munich’s Olympic site from the 1972 games infamous for the murder of several Israeli athletes – as in the movie Munich with Eric Bana. The site seemed surprisingly modern, given the site is now nearly 40 years old but we didn’t find any information/ memorials for those killed.

Olympics!

In the end the beer was calling so all dressed up we headed to the Thresienwise grounds once again. We had all been happy to find that entry is free but Stiens or masses cost 9€10 – you pay the waitress the full 10€ to ensure she keeps coming back to serve you. Unluckily Il goes a long way and you don’t need many before your singing along to all the German songs like a local.

Today being Friday was a lot busier and we had some difficulty even getting entry into a tent. We tried a few before finding out they were all by reservation only.

Trying to find a place to settle in

We decided the only course of action was to wait until they finally let other people in, but only get as far as the outdoor beer garden. Not as much atmosphere but a seat, so we got the beer that we had come for regardless.

Belinda

Practicing my weight lifting skills

We were once again at the Hacker Pschorr and were able to meet up with London Aussies Boris, Steve, Suez and a late arrival Timo (German in Germany via London and Griffith GC – AKA Pain Train).

Getting together with the crew

From left: Suez, Bel, Boris, Cass, Leary and Dave

We had a great time catching up again and ended up once again finding ourselves there at closing time.

A serious conversation

Boris the comedian

There's Timo

Boris the sneaky Russian

This time on our way home, being Belinda and Rob’s last night we decided to hit some rides – the wipeout and 5 loop roller coaster. Poor Belinda found the excitement a little too much for her stomach (full of beer and pork) to handle and was unfortunately a casualty to the rides at the end of the night. 

Riding the wipeout

Dave and I are on there somewhere

Poor Bel