Oktoberfest, in September no less…

A lot of people ask me why I moved to London after I tell them I was previously living in Los Angeles, which to them sounds like a beachfront paradise. Well, an hour and a half by plane and I had my answer: for a chance to do things like spend a weekend in Munich for Oktoberfest, full of litres of beer, great Bavarian food and lots of really cool people, it’s up there amongst my fondest memories in recent history.

I read somewhere that the chemical reaction to doing/seeing something new and the chemical reaction to being in love are remarkably similar; perhaps it explains why so many people love to travel. For my part, pretty much all of my fondest memories relate to either love or travel, and some of the best of all, love while travelling.

With Rikin as my travel companion there wasn’t much love of the romantic sort this go round, but for the city of Munich, the people we met and the party they put on, I have lots of love for Oktoberfest.

Here’s a selection of pictures from the weekend, enjoy:

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