Wies'n 2002 - 22.09.02

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Sunday afternoon and again we decided to just go and have a walk through the Wies'n and take a few snaps.

The first registered casualty of the day. Saw this just outside my apartment. A sad end for a Maß that probably had a great couple of days. Oh to die so young.

A few stragglers from the trachten parade and a crowd taking a rest on the steps of Bavaria. 

Isn't this pleasant, decorative horses, dressed up people. Almost seems like a fun day out for all the family. Don't be fooled, under this pretty surface lies a roaring beast ready to grab you by the throat, pour litres of beer down it and force you to to sing Anton Aus Tirol & Sierra Madre at full volume.

Having walked for a whole ten minutes or so we decided it would be rude to the Wies'n not to pop inside one of the tents and at least sample a beverage. So we aimed ourselves at the Hacker Festzelt and dived straight in.

The activity at one of the many bars and the stacks of unwashed plates give some indication of what's ahead.

One of the prettier, thinner waitresses. Although in fairness she wasn't exactly run off her feet serving anyone. She wasn't happy with the picture I took so agreed to pose for the second one on condition I deleted the first. I couldn't find the delete button on the damn camera...honest!

Various girlies being...well...girlie I suppose.

Lovely blue sky with pretty clouds.

An interesting bunch of specimens!!

A very enthusiastic Japanese lad taking his turn at being the band conductor and then was joined by his equally manic mate.

Note the picture on the right with the over-worked waitress.

These were a bunch of lads who borrowed some instruments from the band and gave an excellent rendition of "Paint It Black".

The chap above would be Maich (I think that's how it's spelt, but it's pronounced Mike) from Solln. A proper Bavarian, and from the schicky-micky part of town. Knew all the words to even the silly songs

Watching me, watching you! The lad on the right (who we meet later on) was pointing at someone just on my left trying to get their attention for a photo. Wonder was it Kathrin in her dirndl or the big pissed Kiwi lad...hmmm, there's a thinker.

He's got a big one...fnarr, fnarr!!

Everyone up on the benches giving it loads. I kept my feet firmly on the ground. I've had bad experiences when I start dancing on tables. 'Nuff said.

Not entirely suitable Wies'n footwear but there you go.

Our waiter with Maich.

It's  a tattoo, not much else I can say about it. Apparently there was another one and although a reasonable attempt was made, we didn't get to see it.

I wonder what an evening at Oktoberfest looks like through the eyes of a child. Kathrin said I should know since I've got the mental age of the kid above, but we'll let that one go.

PROST! Click Here for the next page from this fairly manic day.