Deciding on the Lowenbrau tent we waited inside for the rain to subside, stalking tables and using terrible German to try and order drinks - unsuccessful as we still did not have a table. I managed to spot a tour manager from a previous tour among the crowd, huzzah! our search was over. Stein time! A group of Lads wearing lederhosen from our tour walked in, we all gave up trying for a table inside, decided to brave the rain and cold (buying souvenir jumpers and umbrellas of course) and we went and grabbed a saturated table outside. In hindsight, we should have done this a lot sooner, although, close to soaked, because there was no one outside at first the barmaid arrived within seconds. Round 2!
Our outfits we're a little short to say the least, however, I at least found some comfort in the fact that a lot of other Aussie girls had also done little to no research and gone the same route. It was easy to play 'spot the Australian'.
- Note to self: a demure, knee length dress is appropriate for next time.
When you have 30 minutes before your bus leaves to take you back to London and there's no way you're going to get a table in a beer hall, where else do you head for final drinks but the kiosk bars serving liquor in the center of the family fairground. If only we knew these magical and oddly located, little bars existed on day 1. It pays to walk around a festival instead of just bee-lining for the beer halls.