The long view of the tent. Capacity : about 5,900 people.
The food you eat before the food, to make you hungrier.
CorpEng table 2
CorpEng table 1
Calman and Sonny; enjoying the local brew.
Ben records for posterity.
... the evening progresses.
Chary, going native.
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Ein Prosit, Ein Prosit, Gemütlichkeit...
Those ears are getting around.
NB : Es ist verboten auf Tischen zu stehen.
Calman's intentions might not be correct.
This was our waitress for the evening. She worked harder than I've done in my life.
Jeff reacts with horror to the thought of going on a roller-coaster.
Waiting to get into the Kalbs-Kuchl tent. Lovely day at the Wies'n.
The main drag. According to my companions, this is "not especially crowded".
... and the other direction.
This imposing edifice is a "tent" which holds six thousand people, and is assembled in a week or so, just before the festival.
The veal is so fresh…
Arriving in the Kalbs-Kuchl tent. Very sedate so far!
The pigs in Bavaria all die for a really good cause.
I think these are scenes of Traditional Upper Bavaria.
The local brew.
These guys are responsible for Atmosphere. The rest of the year; they do weddings and wakes.
These ladies worked really hard keeping us fed and watered. Ok, beered.
Place is filling up nicely.
Starting to Rock Out.
Enjoying the atmosphere, which is definitely heating up at this stage.
Dancing on tables starts to take hold…
... as things get livelier and livelier.
Clyde displays true leadership.
Post-tent, Clyde shows us what he's made of.
Martin fails to live up to Clyde's standard (but he does exceed mine).
Baked Goods By Night.
"Tent" is really stretching it a little.
I'll be back.