Opening Act "Ein Prosit, ein Prosit Der Gemütlichkeit Ein Prosit, ein Prosit Der Gemütlichkeit. After the band plays this song, everyone raises their glass and says, "Oans, zwoa, drei, Gsuffa" and drinks. Oktoberfest, Munich. Days of drunken silliness and endless frivolity. Adam and I joined Alli and Dan for the festivities. We spent many, many hours standing on the seats within the Augustiner, Lowenbrau and Hoftbrauhaus beer halls, dancing and singing along to the Bavarian band and joining in with the hords as this toast was made hundred of times. There was much clinking of steins and several breakages-at one point, an entire stein split in half, such was the vigour with which the toasting was done! Intermission Pork knuckle. Sauerkraut. Roast chicken. Beyond the lure of beer, the rest of our time in Munch seemed
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