Wilkommen zum Münchner Oktoberfest! |
Yes, it's all true: People dress in Lederhosen and Dirndl dresses, the city and the trains from the outlying areas burst to the gills with partygoers, and millions of euros are pumped into the Munich economy thanks to the slaughter of untold chickens and pigs that end up as Hendel and Schweinshaxn. Long live gluttony!
Young and old, male and female--disgorging from the trains |
Oktoberfest is as traditional as it comes. During the opening ceremonies, representatives of various breweries, guilds, and other illuminata will enter the fairgrounds, and if you believe it, allegedly no beer is poured until the mayor has tapped the first keg with a well-placed whack of the wooden hammer that's used for this important ceremony--a custom so important that it is televised live in Bavaria and beyond. Once the "O Zapft" has been accomplished, about two million gallons of specially brewed lager beer are going to fill the one-liter steins that an armada of temps delivers to the millions of visitors of Oktoberfest. According to my various sources, you can easily make 5,000 or 6,000 euros as a server during Oktoberfest if you're willing to haul hectoliters of beer and let people look deep down your cleavage. Lovely!
So, obviously, arriving around mid-afternoon we were already at a big disadvantage. But with only two people, we were able to snag a seat in two different tents, first for an appetizer beer and then later for the whole shebang. You need to realize that if you don't have a seat at a table, you're fair game for rough encounters with any of the servers who hustle to serve yet another few liters of beer or a huge tray of pig knuckles. They're fast, they're ruthless, and they carry a heavy load. Better get a seat. Seriously.
Vendor hawking mechanized hendl dunce caps that wiggle their drumsticks |
Even crazier is the fact that at 10:30 p.m. the whole place starts to close down. Really! Of course, if you start drinking beer in multiples of liters (at something like $14 a pop) at 10 a.m., you do need to stop at some point to regenerate for the next day. Still, it does come as a bit of a surprise, and had I known I would have paced myself differently.
In the tents, the end of the day comes at 10:30 p.m. |
My days (and, fortunately, Sabine's as well) of having the urge to ride rollercoasters lie in the past, But you can't go to Wiesn without at least riding the Ferris Wheel, which seems to carry a much smaller risk of fatal injury than some of those other insane rides.The view, especially at night, over the grounds and the city is rather stunning.
The other "ride" that we "rode" is actually not an active ride for everyone. We're talking about one of the most iconic and historical attractions of the Oktoberfest midway: The Teufelsrad, or Wheel of the Devil. You pay five euros to enter. At first, it all looks rather harmless: A bunch of people standing around a circus-arena-like central area, with a low upholstered barricade around what appears to be a very slightly conical disc, maybe 18 feet in diameter. A "caller" will announce who gets to ride the next ride--all kids from 8 to 11 years, all pretty girls from 18 to 25, all carpenters' assistants, all those who are retired, all emergency personnel who happen to be in the tent, and so on. This caller is also the person who controls the speed with which the disc is going to spin once the riders have mobbed the infield--and while doing so, he keeps up a steady stream of invective and schadenfreude when the increasing centrifugal force makes riders lose their tenuous hold and slide off the disc, until only one or two people are left over.
At that point a large ball, similar to a Turkish ottoman, is lowered into the rink to whack the remaining rider(s) against the head so they will slip off the rotating apparatus. Ropes are thrown onto the spinning platform, once again with the intent to dislodge even the most tenacious rider. I can't tell you how much fun it is to watch this spectacle! It's the only carnival ride I have ever heard of where riders and spectator get to pay the same entry fee, and either can stay equally long (and spectate or ride indefinitely) for the same amount of money.
What you just saw are two videos that I shot of two groups of unrelated men and women sitting on top of each other while trying to avoid getting jettisoned. If you want more action, simply Google Teufelsrad and Oktoberfest as there are a gazillion videos on YouTube. This ride has more than 100 years of tradition, and it probably is the most beloved one of them all.
So, those are my impressions from the World's Largest Fair. All I can say is, schee war's!!! An echte Gaudi!
Jürgen
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