Welcome to OKTOBER FEST......Lets go inside.....
The Beer Barrels....Beers are stored in these barrels for years....
She's a Little Runaway...this song was being played here when we entered the tent..... We all whistled......
The Beer Tent...u can't get any seat if u didn't care to reserve one....Fortunately, we got one.... Cheers...
We asked these guys..Can we have a snap with u...the guy went away and asked the girl with him to have a snap with us....then I told him that I want the photograph with both of u n not with the lady alone...n then we had this kool snap ....everybody smiling..it was fun to have new freinds..
Trying to find my colleague in the crowd...
singin'..dancin'..drinkin'...flirtin'.. fun in the air.. do u need nything else in a party... I guess...no...
seems like everybody in Munich was coming to the Oktober Fest....the people going had the best time up in the fest..n the people goin' up shall also have the best time....
An overcrowded UBAHN(Underground Train)..beleive me u wont find a bahn packed up to this extent..but ..Oct Fest was On...so I found one..
View from the Olympic Tower.
Rock Museum on the Olympic tower....Kudn't afford to miss the pic of the guitar once Elvis Presley played with....
Bye..BYe..BYE..Munich..Munchen.....Back to Frankfurt...Wish I kud spend some more time here...
posted by Ravish at
5:41 AM
4 Comments:
thats cool man...
seems u guys have had a great time
Great Dear!
Ravishing in the Oktoberfest!
Jiyo Munna!
eh hey Polar;
simply fabulous is all that i've got to say. And i'm pretty sure u are hiding some of the pictures too ;). All in all, felt lovely to jst see u there :)
~ani~
I am not a star.
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine.
Who am I ?
I am survival. I am guts. I am pride.
I like odds.
Especially when they're stacked against me.
Because there will come a time,
when I will stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of the one who's pulled it off.
I am the guy who will have deep lines on his face someday.
And it'll make me look good when I laugh.
Because that is the day I will fear no fear.
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say,
I did it my way. The long hard way.
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