
Once we arrived we had dinner with our good friend Hauns, who lives in Munich. He took us to a restaurant that used to be a monestary for our fill of pork knuckle, sausage, potatoe salad and sauerkraut.
The next morning, with Hauns as our guide we arrived at the fest. Hauns answered my request by wearing his traditional leiderhosen.
Once inside the gates it
is like a carnaval with buildings (called tents) lining each side that house the different beer breweries. Some are more wild than others. We picked one that mantained some sense of sanity. We were a little worried since all of the tables were already full and they do not
allow you to wander around drinking beer unless you have a table, and it was only noon! But Marc had full confidence in Hauns' ability to work his magic and sure enough we were squeezed into a table. First order of business, ordering a beer!




starts!
We enjoyed the craziness for about 5 hours until we were kicked out of our seats for a previous reservation. I decided after my first beer to be the designated driver and had long since switched to apple cider so Hauns could enjoy the fun. Good thing I did since the police were conducting a breathalyzer check point on the freeway.
Before we left we had to get our fix of local sausage! With tummies full and not too much beer consumed, Hauns hosted a walking tour around the old town of Munich. It was a good time for all to sober up a little so we could get ready for our dinner and more local beer of course!

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