manuel braun

At Rosenheimer Herbstfest (pre-Oktoberfest)

I don’t really like Volksfest or Oktoberfest.
I don’t like the beer-tourists and the beer-natives. And especially I don’t like them drunk. I don’t like bench standing and bellowing to the most stupidest songs on earth.
I don’t like the heat in the tents and the untraditional fashion dirndl dresses.

But what I like are the balloons, the carrousels,  the smell of fresh roasted almonds.
I like the fact that you meet people there you haven’t seen for many months/years.
And I like the food and  a sip of a cold Bavarian beer outside of the tents in their Biergarten.

That’s the way I like my Herbstfest.

And of course I don’t like the fact: Herbst = Autumn

/Sumasumarum auf Deutsch: Stinkende gröllende betrunkene Bierzeltmeute: nein. Kettenkarussell, gebrannte Mandeln und Hendl im Biergarten: ja.