Bruges & Oktoberfest
About 2 weeks late at getting this guy up, but Mark Twain did once say, "Never put off till tomorrow, what you can do the day after tomorrow." I'll take his word for it. A few weeks back, a group of my buddies and I headed up to Bruges; a skimpy 3 hour, 20 euro trip one can't pass up. Reveling in its "Venice of the north" nickname, Bruges really lived up to the old European feel. From the cobblestoned roads to the lit up canal at night, I instantly felt the rewind button to old Europe, or maybe just to walking where Colin Ferrell moped around in "In Bruges". Besides the point, the world renown chocolate, waffles, and mussels & frites lived up to the hype. Besides their version of fast food, the grub was great, the beer was cheap, and doing the touristy stuff was awesome. From hiking up the windy stairs to the top of the watch tower, to seeing the Holy Blood of Christ and seeing the Madonna, I'd say I checked a couple quick things off the list of things to do. To wrap it up, we saw a world renown harpist kill it on the strings... for free.
The following week, we had a different change of pace. As the festivities over in Munich were brewing up, we were lucky enough to join in on Oktoberfest the first day the kegs were tapped. Instead of blowing big bucks on hostels and such, we decided to kill two birds with one stone and go night trains. Although it was a rough 9 hour legged trip, it was well worth it. Arriving at 6 AM the day of the tapping, we hustled over to the grounds. The tapping of the kegs start at noon, but diehards were already lined up in their lederhosen and dirndl. Besides the rough wait, once we had gotten into a beer hall, it was well worth the wait. The atmosphere alone was an experience in itself, just wild. Oh and the sausages were on point. I'll let the rest of my photos explain it from here:
Stay posted for the Paris edition...