The Hofbrauhas, where we spent most of our weekend in Munich. My roommate estimates there were 50,000 people in this building. I'd say it was closer to 5,000. Still, multiply that by 12 houses and that adds up to more drunk people than anywhere else on the planet, except for maybe ZooMass.

The Hacker-Pshorr house. Notice the band, which would play "Would You Be My Girl?" every five minutes, causing everyone in the building to go nuts. Rich actually has some footage of this that I'll try to get on here. "Would You Be My Girl?" was definitely the anthem of Oktoberfest. Here I thought it was exclusive to the UNC Marching Band

I'd be lying if I said this picture of Jamie and Whitney wasn't taken at 11 a.m. the first day. Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Reichle...

Good times at the Hacker House. Later on (from left), Gabe would pass out at the table, Steve would lose the camera he's holding, along with all his film from the entire semester, and Robby would get on the wrong subway car and ride an hour to the Munich airport.

My roommate and Wies'n-Camp, where I had the most miserable night's sleep of my life. I'm not really sure how cold it got, but it rained overnight, and when I woke up the rain drops were frozen to the tent. I'm thinking the tennis racket over the sleeping bag was not the greatest of packing moves.

Katie and Yoni. I met Yoni the first night at about midnight while riding around on the subway. He's from Moscow, works in England, studied in New Jersey and was just getting to Munich. He had no place to stay, so I brought him back to our tent. Everyone was pretty sketched out at first, but he started making fun of Newark, so we knew he was alright.

(From left) Robby, Jamie, Me, Steve, Ferdinand and a friend of his that claims to have invented Hawaiian shirts in the Netherlands. Robby's dad actually did invent DSL and is now a professor at Stanford. I'm sure he'd be proud.

Cheers to Gill. Gill decided on Friday to buy a round of beers for an Italian family he met. The family left before the beer came, leaving Gill to finish six steins by himself. He woke up at 3 a.m. in a bush with a head wound, one of his pant legs completely shredded and missing a shoe. He thinks he may have been attacked by a dog. He's OK in this picture. Wearing sandals, though.

Jamie, Katie, Yoni and Whitney riding a free fall-type ride on Saturday. I sat it out after suffering about sixteen blows to the head on the Euro Star roller coaster an hour before.

This is the Mariensaule, a 17th century monument to the Virgin Mary. In the front are all Munich's coats of arms since its inception as a city except for one. It was destroyed during World War II and when rebuilt, the local government refused to include the Nazi flag. For someone who just walked by this on his way to the Hard Rock, I have an awful lot of information, don't I? Or maybe just a copy of Let's Go: Europe...