Tam to Germany/Munich, yep a couple of times. This was first time witnessing Oktoberfest though. A friend of mine flew out here to hang out as he hadn't seen me since my heart farted. We shared a table in the basement (Ned Kelly's), with a couple of English fellas, some Crazy Indian dude who called himself a "gooner, not a gunner", and spent the afternoon/ evening cursing out every single Man City fan at the bar who looked his way, and cursing out Pep and Haaland every time they were shown on the telly. His chubby Austrian buddy was similarly exuberant, in an overly friendly way, a few too many gratuitous mug clinks and "Prosts!!", and high fives and even offering to kiss me at one point. An offer which I quite firmly but politely declined.
All in all a decent night. Last minute equalizer from my boy Martinelli made it even better.