The last day of the Fest. This time our attached our flag to the Paulaner mast. For no other reason than it looked like there was a bit of space in the place. Augustiner was already closed, Schottenhammel looked crazy, Hippodrome is too schicky-micky, etc, etc. So Paulaner it was. Got a good table with a few Germans and a bloke who turned out to be from Derry. You just can't go anywhere anymore without bumping into the Irish.
Hey, Heey Baby, Ooh-Ahh, I wanna knooowwww.....
Yet another photographer girl doing the rounds.
A valiant effort by our three contestants, but not a patch on the Wiesn staff.
Anthony from Derry finds out the hard way that the chicken is quite hot.
Shake your thang!!
An Irishman leaning towards understatement - "Your outfit looks quite pretty".
One of the shows going on in the Wies'n. Having left the Paulaner tent we wandered round for a while, got a bite to eat (fish-semmel really does look gross) and went on some of the many rides there. I have no photos of these as I was too busy trying to keep the contents of my pockets from falling out and the contents of my stomach from doing something similar.
Can I go home now please?
