Do you know what happens when you’re in Germany in October (and late September, as it turns out)?
That’s right. Oktoberfest! The world’s most famous place to drink very large beers.
OK, so the real Oktoberfest happens in Munich, but that doesn’t stop the people of Berlin from gathering in Alexanderplatz to shiver in the wintry air and swim in humongous steins of beer.
Obviously, there’s no way we were going to miss that.
When we arrived in Alex-platz, as I have been affectionately calling it, we were struck by the transformation that had taken place since yesterday. Then, the square was empty save for the milling of directionless tourists. Today, a whole beer-oriented fairground had popped up.
There were rides for the kiddies and stalls selling all kinds of trinkets and sweets.
There were dirndl skirts, funny hats, and oldey timey decorations.
There were hordes of people sitting at long tables covered in traditional blue and white checked (plastic) tablecloths.
There was ample food, performing many variations on a pork theme.
And there was beer.
Lots of beer.
Beer from all angles.
Even a keg of free beer, to celebrate the official beginning of Oktoberfest.
A couple of journeymen came by to try and earn enough for some giant beers of their own.
If you don’t know where the term journeyman comes from, it’s time to look it up.
Jesse had been telling us about modern journeymen the other day, and to be honest, we totally didn’t believe him. Especially the part about the outfits. But apparently, it’s all true. Or else it’s just an elaborate ruse he concocted, including writing a Wikipedia page and hiring some actors in journeyman costumes, complete with bundles of belongings on the end of a stick, to fool us.
I enjoyed the clear blue skies that made an appearance and the dizzying views of the iconic Fernsehturm this afforded.
On the other side of the square, the Park Inn towered over us.
As we gazed up at her sparkling heights, we noticed someone getting ready to jump. For just £69 you too can spend 10 seconds plunging slowly on the end of a rope from the top of the Park Inn.
When the beer was all drunk up, we took the S-Bahn from Berlin’s most recognisable station.
And that was that.
Happy Oktoberfest! ♥