I left Munich with war wounds and a massive hangover, and I loved it.
Before this trip to the biggest beer festival in the world, I had never been to Germany or met many German people... but if Oktoberfest is any indication, I loveee them both.
My friend and I arrived in Munich after midnight on a Thursday and exhausted from the train, we assumed we'd go to bed early and get a good start the next morning... hahaha, not so much. We had rented an apartment through Craig's List Munich (best idea ever - thanks Mel!) that was just 5 minutes walking distance from the fairgrounds and when we got inside, we met the 4 guys from Cali staying in the room next door. Instant friends. That's the thing about traveling -- you make instant friends wherever you go because frankly, you don't have anyone else! We went straight to the local bar and quickly got our first taste of Oktoberfest. The place was crawling with leiderhosen-clad men and Bavarian-dressed ladies already tanked from drinking all day. They were jolly, loud and so much fun. We didn't go to bed until probably 5am, and as soon as we got up the next day, we started all over again.
The guys showed us the best beer tents (don't be deceived -- the beer tents are huge, completely enclosed barn-type buildings) and we drank steins, danced on tables and rode the carnival rides (interesting when drunk...) all day. We thought we were drinking well into the night, but as we later learned, it was probably 9pm when we left the festival grounds, ha. But we didn't stop there... the pub we went to the first night became "our pub" for the week, and we made a point to go back every night post-Oktoberfest. It was my "Traditions" in Germany :) and the beer maids knew us by the last night.
My memories may be a little dim thanks to the strong Bavarian brews, but I know I had a good time... there are pictures to prove it!