As the crew for the second Oktoberfest weekend began to enter the chalet, two things became clear. This was going to be another weekend full of booze, and that I do not have the youth, liver, or energy for this much drinking. There was a group of seven Scots, who were understandably drinking the bar dry, and taking the other guests along with them. They were a great laugh though and made for some very amusing moments, especially when one of them lost a bet and had to lose his kilt and shirt and run down the street in the raw. Of course, someone immediately stole his clothes, and therefore he stood around in the bar in the raw until the weight of public opinion demanded he be given back his clothes.
Saturday morning was the first beerfest trip for this group, but I was unable to attend due to having to pick up some people at Salzburg airport and drive them direct to Munich for the festivities. I then drove back to Kirchburg and thoroughly enjoyed the day on my own, skyping Trent and Tess, and also Paula for most of the afternoon. I was asleep by the time the bus got home, but when waking up the next morning I heard that I had missed quite a spectacle.
Apparently one of the Americans in the group had let the alcohol overcome his safety net and got a bit racist with a friend of the French Canadians, who was of an Arab background. When this led to push and shove one of the Frenchies cracked him in the back of the head with a stein, smashing the glass and cutting the Americans head open. He needed ten stitches after he had spilled his blood all over the place and got everyone kicked out of the tent.
Sunday morning I woke up refreshed after ten hours sleep and was ready for the craziness of another Oktoberfest day. The bus ride into Munich was boring and sleepy, the same as last week, but without the bus breaking down. When we arrived at the beer hall, it was nearly empty. The staff greeted us with a smile and asked us if we wouldn’t mind not breaking a stein over anyones head today. I had a beer with the work crew and then went to find Steph, Kat and Nikki at the Hoffbrau tent. I hadn’t seen these guys since La Tomatina, so it was great to catch up, knowing that I won’t see them again until May. As the day wore on I found myself wandering aimlessly around again, and like last week wishing that the bus would leave for home at 6pm instead of 8pm. Finally 8pm rolled around and I quickly fell asleep on the bus, waking up briefly to make my way to my bed and fell into the deep, sweet sleep that comes after a day of beer.
The next day I slept until 9:30am, before getting up and going for a run. I had managed to keep my weight pretty stable over my holiday because even though I was drinking a lot, I was also walking 15kms a day. Since arriving in Kirchburg I was drinking as much, if not more, but not doing any walking, and it was starting to tell on my body. After my much needed spot of exercise I had a run to Salzburg and then later in the afternoon a run to Munich. Both were very uneventful, except for when I returned home and did one of the most bonehead things of my life.
I arrived back into Kirchburg after a late run to Munich, and arrived back ready for a beer and running on autopilot. I got to the chalet, glanced onto our front yard, saw that the Blue van wasn’t there, and proceeded to back the white van I was driving right up to the back of the block. This stopped with a bang and I rammed the back of the white van into the front of the blue van. Apparently it was there after all. Shevy came out and was understandable pissed, and I felt like a total moron. I didn’t feel like a beer anymore, so I went to bed without my dinner so I could wallow in my own stupidness.
The next morning consisted of me doing a run to the tip after separating the rubbish and cleaning the vans. I tried to avoid the topic of the van with Shevy, as while I’m sure he’s not going to fire me for it, it is an incredibly dumb thing to do, and I don’t consider myself a dumb person. Later that day I dropped the French Canadians at the Munich airport, and came home, parking the van very carefully and chilling out for the rest of the evening. It looks as if the staff will be going mountain biking tomorrow, I am looking forward to this, but as my travel insurance ran out about two days ago, I am hoping I can come out of it unscathed.
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