Munich, Germany

We left Prague around noon for a Munich-bound train. Like every other 20 something in Europe we were going to Oktoberfest. The train was completely packed for the six-hour ride. By the time the train left the station not only was every seat taken, but every hallway, corridor and open area were filled with people as well.

Munich has a nice, modern train station and cops that don't swindle tourists out of $50. Compared to the crap-hole Prague Station with its crooked cops, Munich already had a leg up on Prague. After Lara and I checked into our hotel; bought a sim card; and spent 2 hours trying to get the sim card to work to call Kenny, we decided to go to the Oktoberfest fairgrounds. Oktoberfest is a lot like the Alameda County Fair (the best fair in the East Bay!), except way cooler, with beer and there's no livestock auction. We sat down at the Hacker beer tent and quickly hit it off with the group next to us. One of the guys in the group insisted I smoke one of his 'Domincan' cigars. Assured they were not Cuban, I tried the cigar... it turned out to be Cuban. As you can tell from the picture, it didn't go well.

The drinking did go well. By the time we all had to leave we were invited to next year's Oktoberfest, stay at our new friend's house in Munich and Lara could even borrow their daughter's drindel. Oktoberfest 2010!