Volksfest

Sam and I left Tübingen in the early afternoon to meet Wesley in Stuttgart. After an hour on the train from Tübingen to Stuttgart, then 15 minutes from Stuttgart to the hotel, we arrived. We threw down our bags, grabbed something to eat, and headed to Volksfest.

After pushing through crowds of drunk Germans dressed in lederhosen and dirndl, we entered a bier tent. We were overwhelmed. Searching for a place to sit, we couldn't help but stare at the thousands of drunken people standing atop benches and tables, swinging their litres of beer and singing German drinking songs. After about 2 minutes of chaos, we decided to find beer outside of the tents. After quite a few beers and bratwursts, we decided to call it a night in order to wake up bright and early to get a seat at a tent the next morning.

The next morning, we arrived in Stuttgart around noon and met up with Sam's friend Grant. Their friends had arrived an hour earlier, and saved a table for us. However, the security guard outside refused to let us in because it was too crowded. After trying to explain in broken English that our friends were inside, we decided to walk into the back entrance of the tent. A friendlier security guard let us in, so we found our table and ordered some beer.

After this point, only pictures can describe Volksfest better than words.

After three hours of drinking and three litres of beer, we decided to leave the tent for a breath of fresh air. Grant was tired and hungry, so we sat while Sam and Wesley left in search of food. Somehow Grant fell asleep against a fence, so some Italians asked me if it was okay to take a picture with him. I was too drunk and tired to care, so I agreed. We decided to head back to the hotel and take a short nap, then head back to Volksfest. Of course we couldn't get into a tent again, so we just drank some more beer and ate some more bratwurst.

Oh Deutchland, ich liebe dich.