Raz, my hostel roommate, just laughed and told me how to use the wifi downstairs to help me figure out my life.
With only 15 minutes before the concierge closed up, I called my mom to tell her my unfortunate situation. I was going to have to buy a plane ticket in the morning, wasting away more money on commuting. Story of my life.
Suit Up, Stein Up
I ate breakfast with Raz and booked my plane ticket while she was getting ready. I told her I contemplated Dachau or a bike tour and that I would try to get a hold of her during the festival, even though communication would be difficult.
Once I arrived at the train station and talked to a Dachau tour leader, I knew that this trip would make me even more depressed. I was already upset at myself for lack of planning, and needed to spend the day in a lighter setting.
Back at the hostel, I asked the front desk for a bike tour guide. Flipping through a brochure, a man asked if I was American and I debriefed him of my current situation. His name was Jeff and he was an ex-chemical engineer now touring as a musician. It was his day off and he was planning to check out Oktoberfest. I told him, “Screw it. I bought my dirndl. I can visit Munich another time. Let’s get a stein.”
Jeff was blown away by how massive the park was. We walked around for a while and settled at the Lowenbrau tent. Being Monday and 10 am, there were plenty of open seating areas. We walked up and down the isles deciding on where to sit, and laughed as we realized that we were looking for the opposite sex. So we settled at a table with two blonde girls.
Jodie and Jessie were Australians who had flown into Europe with a one way ticket months ago. They were free spirits with a passion for travel and great company.
After the band had started playing, the three of us ran up to the center stage to talk to the musicians. They put us on a rising stage and introduced us as “Aussie’s and American!” Suddenly, cameras were flashing and videos were recording everywhere. We had quite the paparazzi.