Day 13 - Film Wins Over Real History, Plus a Glimpse into the Near Drunken Future

While the rain fell for a second day in Salzburg we did one of the most disappointing museums I have ever been to, the house Mozart grew up in. The only saving grace was a documentary film about his life, that we could have rented from Lovefilm! We then caught a train back to Germany, this time to Munich, for one of the biggest festivals in the world, Oktoberfest!

At our 4 star hotel I got my first view of a TV in 2 weeks, and while Mel had a snooze I watched the last half of Transformers 2, a film fully improved by watching it in German (some how). After our small break we went in search of the festival, to check out the site and what we had in store for the next couple of days. Well I tell you this, I have never been to anything quite like it in my life! On the road into the grounds everyone walking the over way was either zig-zagging or finding it hard to balance.

As we entered we realised one thing straight off, it was like Hull fair but with out the Chavs, and just a lot nicer! The rides seemed like they had been built in the last 10 years and the smell of fresh cooking filled the air not knowing what to taste first.

On entering our first tent I was a bit speechless, hundreds of wooden benches filled the spaces and on these sat, or more likely stood, thousands of people singing and dancing to German songs waving there massive 1 litre tankers over their heads, arms round the neck of the person next to them. It was simply amazing and I could not wait to become part of it the next day. The reason we did not join in then was the fact that it is near impossible to get a seat after 5pm (it was around 6) and you can only be served at a seat. We decided to walk some more of the fair and after that go towards the city centre for some grub. Walking through the red light distirct we came across a movie themed bar where everything on the menu was named after a film. I had a "Lost in Translation" sandwich and watched the waiter try to cover me and Mel in 2 glasses of coke which he dropped onto the floor. To end this evening it was back to the hotel and 2 hours of searching for places and routes in Italy, which ended with no real solutions.