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Munich - Round One

Busabout sells tickets to some activities available in the destination we are headed for. On this day the main item being promoted was the Munich Beer Crawl. I thought I didn't have anything better to do that evening so, what the heck, might aswell go do some beer tasting.

I had sometime to kill so went up to my room and just relaxed a little. There I met Brad and Chantalle. A really great couple from the States. Both were teachers at a College in the States. Brad had finished working as a summer camp coordinator. Chantalle had come to join him for a few weeks before they went back to work. I saw a few pics of the two of them at La Tomatina. It looks as like they had a great time there. Jealous.



I invited Brad and Chantalle to come along with me to the Beer Crawl. They were willing participants. We met up with Sally (beer drinker of note) and a few other Kiwis and Aussies from Busabout. Sorry for not remembering their names but I know they will understand.

The Crawl goes as such:

• An hour of drink as much beer as you can. Including two Jagermister shots (vomit material)
• Off to the first beer garden - Hofbrau House (I think)
• Then to the Augustina Beer Garden (I think)
• Then to another beer garden (I think but not sure on this one)
• Then to a bar next door to the hostel we were staying in.

The evening started off really well. Isac our American tour guide was excellent. He is a brilliant entertainer and knows how to handle his drink (mix it with a little/lot of lemonade). His predecessor had to quit from corrossis of the liver. Isac soon laid down the basic rules:

• No vomiting
• No making a fool of yourself
• No stumbling while you walk
• There were a few others but I can't remember them. You get the jist.

The whole objective of the above rules is to win what the Aussies call a cuzi. A bit of material that looks like a wetsuit cut-up that you slip your beer into to keep cool. I say if you need one of those you obviously don't drink your beer fast enough!!! (My true belief in the rules is that it keeps the clients in line and gives them something to aim for besides getting rat arsed pissed... very clever, smart in fact)

Here is a short video from the tour:

The last thing I can remember from the evening is being on a tram to the Augustina Beer House. Apparently we had a good time there and eventually landed up at the bar close to the hostel. I believe I was in the running to win the cuzi, until I got caught having a cheeky vomit in the men's (I refer you to the rules above). I felt bad the next day for loosing the cuzi as Brad and Chantalle had backed me as a sure winner.

I think because I lost the cuzi, it was late and I realised I had drunk enough beer I headed home. At about 6am some Canadian girls shakes me awake and tells me to get out of bed. I had never done that before and jumped straight out of bed in fright. The Canadian tells me I was in someone some English girls bed (who had obviously just come home). I apologise and start looking for my bed.

The Canadian girl looks at me and asks what am I doing... this isn't my room. Hungover and tired this is a bit of a shock to me. More so when I realise she's telling the truth.

I'm standing there in my shorts, no camera, wallet, mobile or room key! I start rummaging for my stuff when I'm told quit emphatically to get out. I ask what room number this is, still not wholly believing this isn't my room. The Canadian tells me its room 312 and to get out. I'm in room 101. So I get kicked out.

When I get back to my room all my stuff was on my bed, neatly laid out waiting to go for a day of sightseeing.

The following night was a fairly quiet night. I had a few quiet beers with Brad and Chantalle as they were off early the next morning. My third night in Munich was much the same as the first. I met up with a two Scotts and and Irishman: Fiona Stephen and Gary. In true Irish and Scottish hospitality they got me absolutely wasted. We played some drinking games and after a lot of beer and whisky landed up in the bar.

This is the night I first met Lucy. Because Gary and I had lost the most at the drinking game we had the most to drink. Then some smart arse comes up with the idea if we kiss a girl that will take ten drinks off our total required. Thus the more girls kissed the more drinks come off. You can imagine the score was ridiculously high. I aimed for the prettiest girl in the bar, Lucy, got denied and went for her mate. Score. I went to bed soon after that.

Sorry Lucy... I did remember that night, but a long while after we became friends.