Oktoberfest Day Two

Saturday morning we rose early on our own around 10. We had had our fair share of tranquility and we were ready to drink. Only problem was that we were missing the other two members of the team. A taxi pulled up around 11 with the big cat from Iceland inside. Finnur, our faithful companion had arrived, ready to drink and toting a... hacky sac? Yes, a hacky sac. My stoner days had come full circle. I threw on Travis' Birkenstocks and got some good hackin' action in as we waited for our final teammate. Horacio arrived around noon, walking down the path, gear in hand. Apparently the Argentines don't get the full service because he had been dropped off 2 km back at the grocery store and had to walk his way in.

At this point Javier comes by and does his jive talk with Horacio and tells us that there are 4 girls that are arriving that day from Buenos Aires to stay in the cabin next to us. We didn't end up meeting them that day, we tried to keep our expectations low, but the girls being next door is an important fact to keep in mind for later on in the story.

It was time for some beer. Of course, we are too cool to be taking taxi's back and forth from town all the time, so we decided to get down with the people and take the colectivo into town. This was no colectivo like us city dwellers were used to. We crossed the river (literally had to walk across it) and walked down a series of dirt roads looking for where to take the bus. Passing by a number of half-built and delapidated houses we finally asked some locals where to catch it. They told us it comes down the 'avenue' every thirty minutes and all we had to do was wait on the corner of any of the streets. The 'avenue' was just the widest dirt road they had. At this point it was around noon and close to 90 degrees outside. We ended up waiting at the bus stop, which was next to the chicken coup, for about half an hour until we finally caught what would be the slowest bus of all time into town.

Now, I should mention that I had had an eye infection brewing for the previous two days. Thursday night the annoyance in my eye had turned into a stye, and by Saturday morning it was infected and looked like I had eaten a knuckle sandwich. Before the drinking was to begin I had to see a doctor. Problem was, I had forgotten my insurance in Buenos Aires. But wait, we are in Argentina where anything is possible. So of course when I arrived at a private clinic with Horacio, he simply used his insurance for me, and I got everything for free.

So the doctor told me that I had an infected stye and that it was time for some antibiotics to fix it up. The problem was, I couldn't drink. I had come all this way, 12 hours on a bus for a BEER festival, and this asshole thinks I'm not gonna drink any beer. No, no, no. My eye could wait. I put the medicine in my bag and went bought a beer. The cool thing was that you had to buy your own Stein to drink the beer out of so we each had our one liter mugs with us and a belt so we could wear them over our shoulders. We were strapped and ready to drink.

Entering the gates of the festival we come upon a huge open field with people everywhere, surrounded by a large stage with performances by every European dancing troupe in South America, and a beer tent from all the companies in the area. We did our initial scouting and headed for a tent. I had decided that I was gonna try all the weirdest beers I could find that day so I started with Strawberry. I bought a full liter. The first half was delicious. The second half was disgusting. One can only drink so much syrupy fruity beer. We all found a spot in the center of the beer garden and set up for the day. We had the stage on one side, and all the craziest assholes dancing on the other. It was the best day ever, everyone was friends and everyone wanted to celebrate the gift of beer.

Throughout the day I drank a great red beer, a green beer, a honey flavored beer, and more beer, but after that I forgot what kinds and was just drinking whatever was in my glass. At around 6 in the evening, after a good 5 hours of hard drinking, rain drops started falling and in 2 minutes it was full blown pouring. We tried to get under a tarp with a bunch of people, but that just turned into a dance party so we figured it was better to just start taking off our clothes and dance in the rain. Problem was after about 20 minutes of being soaked to the bone, it got cold. Everyone headed into town to take refuge from the rain. In town Travis and I were reunited with some of our lovely ladies from school. The rain stopped and everyone headed back in where we found everyone else and the celebration continued. We were wet and cold but happy and together again. By this time in the evening my drunken state was beyond describing, and in between kissing every girl that I knew I was dancing like a madman in the rain. Unfortunately after another hour and a half the rain came back with a vengeance and they had to shut down the tents. We tried taking refuge by holding tables and chairs over our heads but it was futile and we decided it best to head back to the cabin.

But before that we of course needed more beer. How much? Well as much as we could buy of course. We ended up buying another 10 liters and switched of struggling to carry our boxes full of goodies as we made our way through town. We walked to the edge of town where we met two guys that said they would drive us home. We figured this was a great idea in our state. Just get in a car with two strangers and let them drive you to your cabin in the middle of nowhere on wet country roads after drinking all day. Who needs good judgment when you have beer? We ended up getting home fine and the guys were really nice and we gave them cab fare. It was an early night, getting back around 11, had more beer and a smoke and we all slept soundly like little babies in our beds. Well that is until about 5 in the morning that is when the rain turned into hail. Hitting the tin roof over the cabin it sounded like bombs dropping, and it was at this point we all woke up and agreed that we were glad that we had decided to rent the cabin instead of camping in our tents.