This post could easily be summed up with one sentence: “a 30 yr old body does not tolerate spinning rides quite like a 20 yr old body.”
I have skipped out on a handful of fests here in Germany, because a lot of them involve nothing more than sitting in a beer tent…drinking beer. There is nothing wrong with this, but for someone who doesn’t drink beer this doesn’t appeal to me much.
When I learned that Oktoberfest not only had beer tent, upon beer tent, upon beer tent, but also had rides like a carnival…I knew I had to go. Growing up I made sure to visit the county fair every year to get my fix of sketchy rides that threatened my safety. The faster they spun, the harder I laughed, and the more fun I had.
Fast forward to now, and I managed three rides before feeling my guts and my brain sloshing inside of me. I’d have been better off sticking to the Ferris wheel.
A group of girls and I decided to go after work on a Tuesday because the rides were supposed to be half price (they were not, but such is life) and I anticipated riding as many as I could within a few hours. We took the 4p train to Munich, (which had multiple delays and unexpected train changes) and arrived an hour later than expected around 6p.
Before we embarked on rides, we stopped into a beer hall for the girls to get some beer, and for me to get some brathendl.
We got lucky when we walked in, because this was our fourth beer tent we tried to find space in. They were all packed, but we walked into this one and a waiter saw us, grabbed us, and led us to a table right away. All it meant was that the 11.80 euro beer cost the girls 15 euros after an automatic tip (he didn’t even ask, but again, such is life.)
After spending a good hour enjoying dancing on benches and stuffing our bellies, we made our way out into the darkness of the night. As we were leaving the crowded tent myself and one of the other girls were groped multiple times. I hate that I have to even say this, but a pro tip for ladies planning to attend Oktoberfest: be aware.
It was more annoying than anything, but sadly this happens often at Oktoberfest.
We didn’t let the creeps stop us, it was time for some rides. Only one other girl out of the five of us wanted to go on the “intense” rides, so we split up and she and I took off towards the roller coaster. I should have known when the cost for one ride was ten euros that it wasn’t half price, but when at Oktoberfest (I also spent 13 euros on half a chicken when I normally pay 3.50 euro back where I live!)
The roller coaster (above) was ride number one, and it was a blast. This was a good ride to ease into the sketch. Right next to the roller coaster was a ride that looked fun at first glance, but I lost my shit when I got onto it. It started slow, but as it got faster and began to spin more I felt the chicken in my belly trying to claw its way out.
The ride never went fully upside down, but it got close, and the higher it went the more fear I felt.
I never got to the point where I needed to barf, but I started to feel all kinds of funny. We took a break and went through a fun house before ending the night with the worst of them all. I couldn’t find an exact GIF, but it’s similar to the scrambler. Which is appropriate because my brain was a mush of scramble after this ride.
The ride was never ending, and although in the moment it was comical, I felt like I was drunk when I got off. I felt sick and had a throbbing headache the remainder of the night. Despite the discomfort, I regret nothing and had a great time with the group of girls I went with. We only stayed for a few hours, but I got all I needed from Oktoberfest.
I will likely go to at least one more fest during my time in Germany, but it’s not until the spring. It’s like a mini Oktoberfest, which seems more my speed. At this fest, I’ll stick to the swings and the Ferris wheel where my 30yr old body belongs. I think I need the entire winter to recover after Oktoberfest.
We took the 10p train back to Garmisch, and I had a lovely chat with a German named Andy. His neighbor works as a server, and got him a free spot in a beer tent box where he had unlimited beer and food. Andy was living the life at Oktoberfest, but I don’t think his 50yr old body handled the beer quite like his 20yr old body.
Q: Would you go on the rides at Oktoberfest, or stick to the beer tents?