I was waiting for my partner in crime the one and only Jonathan 'Squizzy, Hank, T-bird' Taylor and not to mention his better half Ally.
I saw them get out of the cab knowing it was good to see some familiar faces, however the look on Ally's face did not seem too excited, the poor girl had left her handbag in the cab which contained her wallet, passport (with visa), phone, camera and 300 euro....pretty much everything you need to survive! Not a great start for her but we managed to get some sleep in anticipation of the next day.
Alarm(s) went off (squizzy made us all put the alarms on just incase they didnt work) and we were out of the hotel by 6:45am for our arrival at the opening of the 200th Oktoberfest. Lucky we did get up early as there was a line up of about 200 people at each tent ready to tuck into a lager. Clearly the tent we were lining up had a giant Australian magnet on it as every person seemed to have the same twang to their accent not to mention the wankers who thought it was cool to wear a fanatic's t-shirt... embarrassing!
Anyway, not to let that ruin my day the doors finally opened at 8:30am and the mad stampede began to get a table, luckily squiz knew a few blokes who had a table and we were sorted. Thinking, 'right lets tuck in' I was soon informed that beers were not served until midday and we had to wait for the mayor to come and give his blessing or some shit like that. After a long wait and a build up of anticipation the wenches were out and we were standing on our seats, stein in hand and singing foreign songs like drunken sailors.
Pretty much after that it was a blur, I remember getting home at 9pm, in bed nice and early and did it all again the next day. sweet.
After 2 solid days on the piss, I flew to the UK ready to sort my life out. Squiz and Ally have been kind enough to put me up whilst we organise a place and I get a job. Although, they must be sick of me sleeping in their room and waking them to my sweet harmonic sounds of snoring. Chin up.
Tube is very easy to get around, had that worked out within an hour and have been meeting with a few recruitment agencies as well as the bank to get an account. Luckily I had organised all of this prior to leaving or I would be in the shit.
On Saturday morning, we got up nice and early to watch the AFL grand final. Squiz made us set the alarms again and we raced off to a small pub that had about 15 of us in there so it was perfect. I swear if the pies had of lost squiz would have jumped off the London Eye, the man was a mess all game. He will have to do it again next week too.
Off tomorrow on my Topdeck tour where I first travel to Paris. I will be catching up with Dirty Morro otherwise known as Bozza and no doubt he will make me familiar with the local drop. From there we travel down south, through the wine country then onto Monaco, Bacelona (I have some pay back to do there), Swiss Alps and then finish off in Rome.
Until then,
Ruff.
