Voelkers At Oktoberfest 2016

Oktoberfest 2016, aka. Oktoberfest #183, in a few words: electrifying, funky, rocking, out of this world.

We spent our rainy Monday evening strolling through the grounds of Theresienwiese, where Oktoberfest is held every year. Last year I was here with Dad, but this year I came with my whole family, thrilled (and hungry) as can be.

The night was made up of a whirl of events, literally. My sister and I manned up and signed ourselves up for a crazy time on the Chair Swing Ride (aka. Swing Carousel/ Wave Swinger/ Yo-Yo/ Chair-O-Planes or Swinger). I had been on a much smaller version of this ride (remember this?) and I thought that that experience was enough to mentally prepare myself for this monster of a machine, but boy was I wrong. We were seated in duo seats (thank goodness I didn’t have to go through this alone) and lifted to a terrifying height of somewhere between 40 and 50m before the machine began spinning madly — tilting as it did — and centrifugal force intensified to the point that we nearly lost our orientation — where was heaven, where was Theresienwiese? It was raining and, as You can probably imagine, we alighted from the ride drenched (and not very… balanced).

DadDad then took part in a hammer game-type-thing and won us three girls a rose each!

We wandered into the Hofbräu Festzelt next, where we experienced tropical temperatures and witnessed hundreds of litres of liquid gold — the world famous Bavarian beer — being downed without a second thought. It was wild in there!

Tents, the traditional description of the temporary houses that are constructed each year on the Theresienwiese hold 6 000 to 10 000 frantic fans of exactly this blend, of oxen eaters and dancers, singers, swingers and strippers.’

Traditional Bavarian Blasmusik (brass band music) blended into new Oktoberfest classics such as Y.M.C.A. , Sweet Home Alabama and New York – New York. Stirred into this cacophony were some Austrian classics like Fürstenfeld (a tiny town in Austria, often confused with a village in the outskirts of Munich in which people are famous for poor driving skills) and the ever returning “Prosit der Gemütlichkeit” (Prosit = latin for cheers).

‘In terms of sweat, exhaustion and stamina the Wies’n – as the true Münchners call it – is a true marathon. One could describe it as the Bavarian triathlon of eating, drinking and singing. The mood, the climate, the vibes as well as the beer-perfumed air engulf everyone, invite each and everyone to be a part of the Bavarian family at Oktoberfest.’

More from todayyyyyy!

Psssst! If You’re wondering, this was how Oktoberfest got started.

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