The Rematch: Scottie Baker vs Munich (Oktoberfest)

     Last time I wrote there was still the uncertainty of where I would be sleeping on the Friday night… I know everyone must have been worried but it’s okay, I managed to get a bed. So, as you know I won the first round of the rematch; partially due to my jet lag still wearing off, but regardless I won.

Round 2 (Wednesday): 

     It was a good start; this time around I went on a bike tour through Munich. I saw much more of the city this time around, took some amazing photos and had some lunch and a stein at the Chinese Garden. Not to mention riding through the nudist park… right in the middle of the city, weird. That night met up with Briege, from the last trip, and her friends (kewl group of kids). Had some drinks and went to Oktoberfest. This was a lot more than I expected, there were rollercoaster’s, funhouses, drop rides etc. It kicked ass until we left… and I got lost, mother F’er. So even though Munich made a late attempt and it took me an hour to find my way home I still won Round 2.

Round 3 (Thursday):

     Munich starts playing dirty and I have to put up with the loudest, most annoying and disgusting sounding snorers I’ve ever encountered. Two of them sounded as though they were having a competition and snored perfectly opposite each other not leaving a split second of silence in the room. Then, the third stooge would chime in from the corner and he honestly sounded like he was choking on his dinner from the previous night, “I don’t care if he is choking, if that’s the case it’ll be a bit quieter soon” Sorry is that too cruel? I didn’t care at this point, this nocturnal orchestra kept me up the next two nights. Anyway, aside from my short rant. Thursday was my first true taste of Oktoberfest and to make it simple… it kicked my ass. We started drinking at 10:30am and I was passed out in my hostel by 8pm and awake again at 1am with a rough hangover. Although Munich won round 3 it was tons of fun, especially the Schwim song (Jemmy!!! Angry faces)… and then there was the 25 euro chicken I bought (Georgie I hope you enjoyed it, the next one is on you). One final blow Munich delivered before the end of the round: I lost my UK phone and got lost again.

Round 4 (Friday):

     Upside to being hung over at 1am, you feel great by 9am and are ready to go again. We get some breakfast and head back to the tents; this time far better prepared. Once again I ended up super drunk. However, before reaching that stage we hit up 3 tents, had some awesome lunch/dinner, I finally got the girls their gingerbread hearts… Briege has hers, Georgie ate hers lol. Best of all was the funhouses; when super drunk they are the most fun things in the world. We were having so much fun that the staff had to start forcing us along, until I got one of them to join in the fun on the hamster wheel, “Atta boy random German dude!!!” The group of 10 year olds behind us was not impressed. Best of all, I didn’t get lost on the way back to the hostel, mainly because I had two lovely ladies to escort me but that’s beside the point. This day would be ruled as a draw.

The Score Card reads: Round 1 – Scottie Baker
Round 2 - Scottie Baker
Round 3 – Munich
Round 4 - Draw

So to conclude we have both won a match, looks like I’ll be making a trip back sometime for the rubber match to end this epic battle.