Cusco and your correspondent have been left to their own devices for a week, in Munich, during Oktoberfest, what could they possibly get up to??? Well dear readers. Let me sum up the first adventures encountered in the first three days in one word – nothing. When, I say nothing, I mean nothing – nyet, rien, nada, zilch…. It poured with rain, torrents for hour after hour after hour. Claude was beginning to sink under the deluge. Cusco had to swim to higher ground when he needed to perform ablutions. My concern was of the water rising enough to threaten my beer supply, now that would have been bad. On checking in at the campsite, Wendy had to sign an undertaking that we would not complain about any excess noise. This was unusual as usually we
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