Welcome to the Wies'n!
I followed the children onto the Wies’n. Something red to my
side caught my attention. A red-eyed monster with large teeth hovered at the
top of a scary ride, inviting us to enter if we dared. Its eyes blinked red on
and off.
That was the scary ride on the Wies'n
Liesel squealed. “Let’s see if this ride is scarier here
than at home,” she suggested, and we agreed. We wanted to see too.
Ken paid 2 Euros each. The girls and Keith sat in one of the
little carts, and Ken and I in another. We passed ghosts on strings and an
insane asylum where the doctor and the nurses where chopping off the heads of
insane wax people. A green monster with red eyes dropped down on us within
inches, screeching and exposing wicked long teeth, and an ugly witch beckoned,
the warts on her nose twitching. We screamed for fun and giggled the rest of
the time, until we arrived at the other end.
By the time we came out again, the rain had pretty much
stopped. I looked around. Not far, I saw the Ferris wheel and another merry-go-round.
Interspersed with these attractions were small stands where the passers-by
could obtain sausage with kraut and mustard, sweets from chocolate to sweet
almonds, and more. Every second stand seemed to be a stand where one could buy
beer in a large glass which had to be returned.
Marit stretched. “I want to go to the beer tents,” she said.
Since the purpose of
Oktoberfest is the beer, the rest of us agreed, and we went on our search for
the tents.
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