Oh nooooooo, 8 weeks done and dusted. And what better place to end my European adventure. Oktoberfest. Quite possibly the happiest place on earth. I was originally booked to go for the middle week. But after hanging out with those "randoms" we accumulated in France. They kindly offered me a couple of nights stay in their apartment for opening weekend. Easily best decision. Thanks legends! DO opening weekend. Be prepared to get up early, to wait 5 hours for your first stein, To break glasses, to leave absolutely covered in beer, to sing every rock Ballard ever recorded, to fall over. Or in my case, fall off a table, I'm sure you can assume what I might have been doing standing on a table. Yes, dancing. And be prepared to dress up, you have to dress up. You'll regret it if you don't, I am so unbelievably broke. But still forked out 50 euro for a Dirndl. And I am so glad I did. I can assure you, you will run into every person you have met on your travels leading up to Oktoberfest, you'll hug them like they're your long lost friend. PROST! I can not put into words how happy everybody is! Or how happy I was. I met some of the raddest people. And a pair of swingers... An odd encounter, but a memorable one. Words cannot express how big the smile is on every single persons face! Oh Oktoberfest you've out done yourself, thanks for the best ending to my Europe trip. I'd love to produce more photos for you at Oktoberfest, but I feel like what happens at Oktoberfest... Should probably stay at Oktoberfest.
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