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Munich 2010: Oktoberfest 200, or Farewell Anti-Virgin Party - 2!

18 April 2012 • Travel time: with 10 September 2010 on 19 September 2010
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I dragged on writing a story about our second "anti-virgin party. " I dragged it on for a year, when the third “party” was already  . A busy year has gone, to match the way it began.

It all started somewhere in early March of the tenth year. I was in a state of severe prostration (and, perhaps, moral castration), which arose as a result of the failure of several vital projects for me. The main thought that did not leave my bright head, with your permission, is how to “resolve” all this? In general, as it is now fashionable to say, “not pearly”!

On one of the gray days on the eve of March 8, I received a call from my friend, the well-known alcohol magnate of Siberia and the Far East, Artem Belugin, who at one time received the party nickname “Comrade Belugin” from me. He called for a reason and said: “Lech! Let's go to Oktoberfest in September, shall we? It's the 200th anniversary festival, after all. "


I was skeptical about this idea, and, referring to the "fake" employment, "merged. " Artem showed an unprecedented perseverance, and I know my materialistic nature - he made an approximate calculation, which seemed acceptable to me. But more about numbers later.

But it's March now! Why book so early? "I asked myself. In general, as some well-known forums write, it makes sense to book Oktoberfest for a year, or even more - in order to get a better hotel, closer and cheaper, book a place in a tent, air tickets and much more. Entrepreneurial Germans, of course, inflate prices by 2-3 times for this period, so I felt the share of logic in the words of Comrade Belugin.

Then there was the issue of the team. Readers familiar with our adventures in Cuba still write to me on the blog or on the forum messages about when the sequel will be released.

By the way, many criticize me for the one-sidedness of the presentation - the events and places are described perfectly, but the people are not disclosed enough. Now I will correct myself, so I will start with our “crew”: the first, of course, is Comrade Belugin. He is 30 years old, he is fond of any "extreme" unknown to a simple Soviet citizen. You can read about the moment of our acquaintance by opening the story of my "Mexican" adventures. His best friend is Seryoga (the party nickname of Sergio is the baby he received from me during the first “last anti-virgin party”). Now he is married, works for Artem in the company. I will talk about children separately. Comrade Belugin has been friends for 25 out of 30 practically lived together years. Sergio is our main "anti-virgin", moderately pedantic and thorough - for each trip he studies the local language, customs, history of the country and much more. His life for us is a solid reason to go somewhere as a "kid".

True, despite the status of the "main anti-virgin", he is very modest. For some reason, he feels special “love” for me. In general, a great guy.


"Batya" is Artem's 54-year-old father, the commercial director of a regional airline, the name of which I will keep secret. We met at Sheremetyevo-2 during the first "farewell anti-virgin party. " In general, I get acquainted with many people at Sheremetyevo-2, in fact ..."Sergey, " he said sternly and extended a strong man's hand to me! “Nice to meet you, Sergey! "I replied. It was the first and last time when I, in fact, like the whole "team", called him by name. Already on the plane, he received from me a "drive" "Dad" - for moralizing his son. He is fond of hunting, fishing, gatherings in the company of "classmates" over a bottle of "something forty degrees" (I quote him directly).

"Joy of all trades out of boredom", by his own admission, "the only one in our crew who knows how to do prostate massage. " Why did he need such skills, and how he got them, I did not specify. For those who are excited about this issue, I can recommend writing a “message” to him by e-mail. The record holder of our company for the volume of alcohol consumed.

Kolya Polyakov is the fourth member of our crew. 40 years old, leading manager of Artem's company. In alcohol, he knows everything not only in theory, but also in practice, however, he “does not reach the level of “Bati””. Will sell everything that is in sight. Kolya is 40 years old, not married, and, it seems, has no plans. Although, an extra reason to go to the “twerk” “antidestvennuyu party” would not hurt us. The only one who did not receive a "party nickname" from me. Why? I don’t know how we ourselves answer this question - “Kolyan is also Kolyan in Africa! » ; Very popular with the opposite sex.

Once, during a trip to Thailand, he almost married a local girl.

Writing about yourself is always the hardest thing. I am Alex (Lekha) - the youngest participant in "anti-virgin" parties, and at the same time, I am, together with Comrade Belugin, her ideological inspirer. I am in favor of any kipesh, except for a hunger strike! ". I manage a manufacturing enterprise, I give lectures, I am fond of racing and flying at the helm of a light aircraft. I write articles. I travel by the nature of my service and for the soul. I love beer, hookah and a good movie!

It was in such a "motley" composition that we traveled. The second trip took place without the participation of "Bati" - he could not escape from the front of the fight against the crisis in the air transportation market.


It was like a “sequel” to the film, when the main cast renews the contract for shooting the second part, and one actor remains outside the set due to high ambitions, but all the characters periodically remember him, his face flickers in the photographs, and even communicate with him by phone. Everything is practically the same with us - despite the physical absence of "Bati" in Munich, we constantly called and wrote to him in order to clarify the necessary information. Thus, for the first time in its history, the “anti-virgin party” was held as part of a “quartet”.

And what is the reason for holding the "anti-destiny party-2"? Artem, calling me for the first time, secretly shared the news with me - Sergio will become a dad. To celebrate, I immediately called my friend back and congratulated him on this event in his life. Sergio answered dryly, and denied everything. My surprise knew no bounds, why hide this from a close friend?

My sense of smell did not fail me, the reason was still ...

Readers who are familiar with my work have probably already noticed that this time I am not narrating in sequence, but in fragments. This is an absolutely true statement, I want to try a slightly different style for myself - not to retell the logical chain of past events, but to tell briefly and concisely about our journey.

Tickets are the basis of any trip. With the development of the Internet, electronic ticket and online services, the traveler's life has become more informative. There are not so many direct flights to Munich - Aeroflot flies there from Sheremetyevo, Lufthansa and AirBerlin fly from Domodedovo.

For a "separate" 25 euros per person, I booked the first row of seats for us by pressing two buttons. Comfort in flight is an important stage in any journey!

Initially, we planned to fly from Moscow. The guys permanently live in Siberia, so the "check-in" to visit me was the first item on the program. It was easier for me - I had to fly only one segment - Moscow - Munich. In the process of preparing for the flight, it turned out that Comrade Belugin's passport was running out, and he did not have time to get a new one, and Sergio and Kolyan, due to the absence of three "Schengen" visas in their passports, had to go to Moscow for an interview, which significantly hit the pocket . A solution was found almost a month before the trip - the guys flew to some kind of "alcohol" conference in Spain, received a Schengen visa for six months without any problems, and decided to fly from there to Munich.


The tickets that I purchased were not refundable, so your obedient servant flew on 4 seats at once, however, I lost one to a woman with a child who huddled somewhere in the tail of the liner, near the toilet. AirBerlin flies to Moscow and back on new Boeing 737-800s with good cabins and polite, smiling staff. My passport was “bursting” with “Schengen” visas, so I didn’t even go to the embassy, ​ ​ they issued me a visa without my participation, I just need to bring my passport by courier. In general, the German embassy is considered one of the most difficult in the "Schengen" zone, the percentage of refusals reaches 20% in some months! The main criteria to “slip through” without problems are the presence of at least 3 “Schengen” visas in the passport over the past 2 years, a bank account for at least a couple of thousand euros, fully paid round-trip tickets, a 4-star hotel or higher (guaranteed booking).

Now about the hotel.

After reviewing a dozen major hotel booking portals, I decided that in Germany the lowest price is probably at the local portal, especially since I already had experience with it.

Of the many hotels, I chose Maritim 4 * - a compact private hotel was a 10-minute walk from the place where the Oktoberfest took place, near the central station square. The hotel has about 150 rooms designed in an aristocratic classical style. Repair "tired". A double room per day cost us 400 euros, but in general, the price range is from 30 euros (for a brothel) to several tens of thousands of euros per day (for a mansion). Our experience has shown that it is better to sacrifice the level of the hotel, but take it closer to Oktoberfest: taxi drivers raise prices, and you still can’t catch a taxi. Moreover, the atmosphere of the holiday begins at about 9 am, and already at noon you don’t really care - it doesn’t matter where you live, where you sleep, with whom, etc.

Some drink up to dinner to the point where you don't care who you are

We did not forget about the insurance either - as always, we purchased it from Oranta Insurance through the website. So many tourists need it like air - what you just don’t see enough at Oktoberfest.

Now, actually, about the holiday itself. Before the trip, I only knew that this is the largest and most famous beer festival and that it is held annually in Munich. And that's it. Let me tell you a little about the classic version of the Oktoberfest: every year the event is visited by about 7 million people, the 200th holiday broke the record and invited 7.8 million people, most of whom, by the way, are Germans. The holiday lasts 2.5 weeks, and almost 10 million liters of beer are drunk on it, which is 35% of the annual output. During the same period, about 2 million shank, fried chicken and sausages are eaten.


A distinctive feature of Oktoberfest is that only Bavarian breweries can participate in it, and the number of large tents is always constant - 14, however, there are also small tents. Beer at Oktoberfest is sold in liter mugs and is called "MaGџ", this pleasure costs about 10 euros per liter depending on the brewery, and, as a rule, they order a salted Brezn bagel, fried chicken (Hendel) and / or sausages with sauerkraut (Sauerkraut);

The holiday takes place on the Theresienwiese field (I won’t translate the name into Russian, I’m sitting sober, typing, where cheerful girls in national Bavarian Dirndl costumes and no less cheerful young people in Lederhosen are constantly walking around. It’s very easy to get to know both of them, moreover, for anything - you can find a boyfriend / girlfriend, drinking buddy, companion, lover (tsu), friend, comrade. In general, everything your heart desires.

The main trophy of Oktoberfest is considered to be a stolen liter mug: for 2.

5 weeks of such mugs steals about 70000-80000, a less extreme pleasure is to buy the same mug. But there is no thrill. I, as an honest citizen, honestly stole it, I confess. Now it stands in the most prominent place in my bar, sometimes I sip a liter of something unfiltered from it. But more on that below 

At the second anti-virgin party, Oktoberfest turned 200 years old! The holidays themselves, however, were fewer - in the 19th century there were breaks, and during the First and Second World Wars there was also no time for beer.

Another Oktoberfest trophy will still have to be bought - gingerbread - hearts, which are sold on every corner. It is customary to hang them around your neck and then walk with this gingerbread all day, then hug all night, and, of course, have breakfast with them on a not always good morning.

Gingerbread cookies have a rather long shelf life, and therefore I have a suspicion that the unsold part with universal inscriptions migrates to the shelves by Christmas, or even next year. Most gingerbread is baked in Nuremberg.


An integral part of the Oktoberfest are the numerous rides: from the old ones, which are already many years old, to the ultra-modern ones, where you will be shaken and twisted in every possible way. As practice shows, it’s better to go to the rides before you stumble in a tent for a glass of beer. Actually, in the tents themselves there is always a huge crowd of people who want to get drunk and forget. If you come at the very, very hot time (in the evenings, weekends and holidays), then without a preliminary reservation you will not only not sit in a tent, but you will not even go in. You have to book at least six months, or even a year in advance - at the same time, the average price tag for one seat is 40-80 euros.

It is interesting that you can sit for your pleasure for four hours, then either pay extra or raise your ass. Surcharge by agreement. Corruption is here! To be honest, you can’t sit there for a very long time due to the fact that it’s unrealistically, unrealistically noisy, stuffy and a continuous “flea market”. But a couple of times to go and admire the action - this is quite possible and even necessary. And, as a rule, except for rush hours, you can sit outside: on average, somewhere around 30-40% of the places for large tents are in the fresh air.

The highest point of the holiday is a 50-meter Ferris wheel. In order to appreciate the whole scale of the action, you must definitely ride, see “THIS! and figure out how many people are currently walking around the field itself, and how many tens of thousands are sitting in tents, and whether you need all this, and why, in fact, you came here.

I'm not kidding, dear readers.

Natasha, as the smartest, managed to sleep for a couple of hours on the sofa in the hall in an embrace with my spaniel "Ju-Swee".

I don't know what they were doing there in Spain. Yes, and that's a completely different story. The way back, without pre-paid tickets, was difficult and thorny for them - there were no train, bus, or plane tickets to Munich. You can't even rent a car. Somehow, on a small European carrier, they flew to the border of Austria and Germany, spent the night in a small town, and in the morning, on the bed-posts, they went to Munich. Natasha flew to Moscow and beyond, to conquer the expanses of Siberia.

At lunch they settled in and went on a city tour, which ended in one of the best, in my opinion, breweries in the city - the Hofbrä u Haus. Time flies quickly there, especially on the eve of the opening of Oktoberfest, when everyone is “accelerated” to the desired “wave”.

From the windows of the train, a “stunning” view opens up, first to the fields with bushes, and then to the “industrial zones” of the city.


Hotel "Maritim 4 *" is located at the "central station", and in Russian, at the central station. This building was destroyed during the war years, and restored in the 50s of the last century. The train station in Munich is a huge crowded center. True, the surroundings are light, clean, tidy, there are many "cafes" and stalls with various goods around. I went out to a street I didn't understand, but I don't know where to go next. Inquiries of passers-by did not give anything - there were only tourists around, the same as me  Merchants in the stalls were reluctant to communicate in English at all. No one could tell where my street was. About 20 streets depart from the station, like rays from the sun, and “combing” them all in the evening, and even on an empty stomach, is not an option at all!

One man who ate a hot dog, to whom I unobtrusively “rolled up”, turned out to be a Pole who once lived in the USSR. In broken Russian, he advised me to go to any hotel and ask for help. The idea seemed sound to me, and within five minutes I was asking the same questions to the employees of the local Hilton. The answer struck me - my hotel is on the street, around the corner. After walking down the street three times, I did not find it. At the already familiar crossroads between the Hilton and the train station, the boy was selling newspapers. I asked him if he knew the Maritim Hotel? The guy turned out to be Russian and quite "explored" for tourist hotels: "two houses ahead and into the arch, you'll see there, " he replied. In the arch, I really found a modest blue inscription "Maritim" and "Porche Cayenne" with Moscow numbers.

Tourists crowded at the reception, while all the reception desks were working. About 20 minutes later it was my turn.

After giving the name of a friend, I received my duplicate key and went up to a double room on the second floor overlooking an apartment building. By the way, the residents opposite turned out to be quite active, every now and then some boy and girl “sparkled” their bodies without clothes at night and had violent sex, or something like that. The hotel is located in a building built in the 70s, and renovated in an ancient, classical style. The atmosphere inside is "tired" - the furniture looks dead, the elevators have worn panels, chipped marble and old carpets. On the ground floor there is an excellent bar where it is fashionable to listen to live piano playing. In the basement is the only restaurant in the hotel, where tourists get drunk in the morning. The rooms are quite clean, from the "equipment" there is everything you need for a comfortable stay. The hotel has a lot of Russian-speaking staff, especially among the maids.

After taking a shower and unpacking, I decide to have dinner.


It was impossible to get through to the guys - all the tubes were silent. In one of the lanes, a 200-liter mug of beer and a menu in Russian caught my attention. Inside, the kindest receptionist Yana offered me a table, and I readily agreed. The girl told me how disgusting Munich gets during the Oktoberfest. Sadly, this is true, but then I didn’t know about it yet ...

A third mug of unfiltered Pauliner lifted my spirits. My "bolds" - the crew, having got pretty drunk in the "Hofbrä u", finally made it to the hotel, and, having seen my things, began to call me in a hurry. Having gnawed a baked “knuckle” to the bone, and they are magnificent in Munich, after half an hour I returned to the hotel. In the room, Comrade Belugin was waiting for me in a "chopped off" state, and Sergio the kid, who was taking apart his machine gun and muttering something

It was useless to wake up Tyoma, so I tried to get as much information as possible from Seryoga, who muttered tirelessly: “Kolya no ...Kolya no ...How so? Kohl is not ...". Kolyan was really nowhere to be found, and when I called, his “mobile” crackled in the room. The most interesting thing is that Kolya did not take the hotel card, he got drunk "in the trash", while he does not speak a word, neither in English nor in German. After a twenty-minute shower, Sergio managed to squeeze out that they drank at the Hoffbroy with the Australians, drank about 6-7 liters of beer not a person, then they saw my text messages that I had arrived and decided to meet me. Kolya disappeared along the way. In general, in the best traditions of "anti-virgin parties"  We decided to "think" the situation in the hotel bar over a glass of beer. The first quickly grew into the second, the second into the third ...And then the “genius most brilliant” (in quotation marks) idea came to our minds - to go and look for Kolya.

It seemed reasonable to us then to take a machine gun with us. Speaking of which, the guys bought it in Spain. This is a German "Mauser" from the Second World War, made of real steel according to the exact sketches of the time. It differs from the combat one only by the absence of a cartridge chamber, which, you know, is not a very big problem. Now I understand that we drunkenly walked around Munich with a machine gun all night. “Well, why, we are in Germany, suddenly the enemies will fly in and all that ... ”, - it seemed to us then. At the same time, we were on the central city square "Marienplatz", swept in the subway, drank in several bars, hooked on a tram and caught the eye of a dozen policemen ...And ...nothing - no one touched us! Can you imagine what would happen to two drunk guys in Russia who came to Red Square in search of a friend?  Yes, it's funny now, but I completely lost faith in our police. At nightfall we met two Russian girls.


They themselves spoke to us, asking: “Guys, why do you need a machine gun? ". Hearing a familiar speech, we turned around and saw two cute blondes in frayed jeans and translucent blouses. We started talking, but not for long, the "boyfriends" came out of the bar across the street. Seeing two drunken men with a machine gun, they took their girlfriends and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

In general, by 3 o'clock after midnight it became clear that Kolya was not so easy to find. We were both tired and wandered to the hotel, where we went to our rooms. In the morning, at 9 o'clock, Comrade Belugin woke me up with shouts of “Oooh, Alex, have you arrived? Get up, otherwise we will be late for the opening of the holiday! ". Barely tearing myself away from the pillow, I took a shower, changed clothes and, together with Artem, went to the room of Kolyan and Sergio. Kolya opened the door for us, which, personally, surprised me. Tyoma didn’t remember at all that Kolyan was gone, and Sergio was still sleeping in an embrace with a machine gun 

Kolya said that he came to the hotel at 5 am. He doesn't remember how he disappeared.

He also did not know the name of the hotel and the street, he had only one orientation - the station, the street, the arch ...At first he explained to the people the "locomotive" - ​ ​ "tutuk" and "puffed", and people laughed and showed the direction. Seeing the “central station”, Kolya did what I had refused the day before - he “combed” 14 streets, and on the 15th I found myself with the treasured arch  . During his night walk, he sobered up and froze, but did not want to go to bed.

Breakfast at the hotel is a weak C mark, although it costs 30 euros per person. All the following days we ate in a cafe at the station, which, in fact, many tourists did. For 9 days in Munich, I got so used to these establishments that now I am nostalgic for them no less than for beer, sausages and “knuckle”

After breakfast, we still woke up Seryoga and went to Oktoberfest. The direction was given to us by the crowd, which, like small streams, merged into one “river” and moved in one direction. The whole journey took us fifteen minutes.


The Oktoberfest field was full of tents, people were lured by music, beautiful pretzels, gingerbread and other decorations. By noon, it became unbearably crowded, there was definitely nowhere for an apple to fall  To take a better place, you need to come at least by 11 am, or even earlier. Many, by the way, live in tents in the clearings next to Oktoberfest.

At 12:00 the procession began. Columns of world-famous breweries - Spaten, Pauliner, Hoffbrä u House and many others - walk in beautiful costumes. All performances are accompanied by orchestral music. Three horses are harnessed to each cart, and the crowd is greeted by boys and girls in classic German outfits. Each column passes through the entire length of the field and stops at its tent.

There are benches in the tents, where beer flows like water, and sausages are eaten by “tons”  Tickets for the first day are sold online for a year at prices from 50 euros per person (the price tag includes only a mug of beer !! ! ! ). For the specified money or more, you can sit in a tent (tent) for up to 4 hours, then other people will come to your place. We never got into the tent, so we spent the rest of the day in several breweries in the city, where, by the way, tourists like us rested. To be honest, I didn’t like the first day - crowds of drunk people, beer can only be drunk in tents, and they don’t let you in even for a bribe. On the first day of the beer festival, we didn’t get any beer, and there are many such “dissatisfied” people there. In the evening, when it got dark, we returned to the Oktoberfest, made another unsuccessful attempt to “break through” into the tent, rode the “puckers”, and retired to sleep.

The second day was not much different from the first - you won’t even get into the tent in the morning, and I’m generally silent about the evening. By the end of the second day of Oktoberfest, everyone began to have a big question in terms of traveling to such events.


Monday is a hard day, on the contrary, it is easy at Oktoberfest - all the Germans left for their provinces before the next weekend, providing a field for activities for tourists from all over the world. At 10 am, the tents were not crowded, however, by noon there were practically no empty seats left, the only thing that distinguished this day from the weekend was the rumble that constantly stands in the halls, it changed from German to English with impurities.  Tourists, what can I say! Four hours turned out to be a long time for us - by two-thirty we were out in the fresh air.

On the second floor, just above the clock, there were companies that rented cars. In the first one, they explained to us that cars during this period are booked six months in advance or earlier. I agree, it was naive to rely on such an easy success. “But we are the main anti-virgins of the country! ", - I said, and offered to go to other companies. At the Hertz office, we were also sent away and for a long time, until they saw my golden Hertz card, a white-toothed smile with a slight fumes smell, and a wallet with a certain amount of "Eurekas". The girl called someone for a long time and, after half an hour, she finally “gave birth”: “Guys, there is a car, an E-class Mercedes with a three-liter engine. 100 euros per day! Pick up? ". For joy, we jumped so much that Sergio almost broke the ceiling light. The car was abandoned, but we did not care. And an hour later we were sitting on a black real Bavarian Mercedes right on the central square of the city.

We were given a car for only two days, so we didn’t want to waste time, we studied the city, so we decided to look at other German cities.

Kolyan refused to go and went to Oktoberfest. I, Comrade Belugin and Sergio - again, as many years ago in Prague, in the same carriage  Romance and more! 

The choice fell on Nuremberg, which was located 200 km from Munich. Having entered the data into the navigator, the car in specific German led us to the autobahn. The roads in Germany are chic, there are no speed limits on the autobahns. The first few hours, out of habit, I "kept" 120-140 km / h, it was funny to watch some kind of Volkswagen Polo, which squeezes 180-190 km / h and disappears over the horizon. We got a frisky Mercedes, behaves steadily at a speed of 180 km / h, it is quiet in the cabin, and you don’t get tired of driving. There are no “gays” in Germany, in the city some sections are patrolled by cameras, and on the highways - a “paradise for reckless drivers” - there are no restrictions, the police too!


Turning the "steering wheel" of Mercedes on the roads of this country, I got an incomparable driver's pleasure! 

I knew little about Nuremberg - only the Nuremberg Trials and the Nuremberg Gingerbread were spinning in my head. And if I knew about the first from the history course, then where does the carrot come from, I had to find out. The city seemed to us cozy, neat and quiet, compared to Munich, divided in half by a river with a real unpronounceable German name  . The main street is Ludwigstrasse, where all the historical buildings of the city are located. In the center of the street is an old castle, which now sells souvenirs and feeds quite well. Separately, it is worth mentioning the toy museum - the largest in the world. The old depot with steam locomotives is also of interest, because it was from Nuremberg that the first steam locomotive in Germany left somewhere in the middle of the 19th century, and, of course, the old building of the city court, where the Nazis were shot.

Gingerbread in the city is sold in any souvenir shop, many manufacturers at that time “migrated” to Munich for Oktoberfest in order to increase revenue. The history of gingerbread production dates back to the 16th century, many factories still keep recipes in the strictest confidence. For me, it tastes like a delicacy of the northern regions of Russia - “roe” - a gingerbread in the form of a horned animal with glazing inserts.

All in all, a day is enough to get an overview of Nuremberg. The guys and I decided to "squeeze out" the maximum, and went to the factory where our "horse" was from - Mercedes-Benz, in Stuttgart.

The distance between the cities slightly exceeded 150 kilometers. We were in a hurry, leaving at three in the afternoon from Nuremberg, and had to get to the plant before 17.00, because after that the doors were closed without compromise. At 16.40 we arrived at the main entrance.


What I saw is impressive - I have never seen so many Mercedes in one place! ! ! The territory of the plant in terms of area occupies as much as three Moscow ZiL, if not more!  The entrance is represented by a glass-concrete high-rise building on a pedestal, and in the middle is a fountain and a Mercedes sight, no less than three meters in diameter.

While I was writing these lines, I got distracted. I read on Wikipedia about the Nuremberg Trials, a very interesting article. It is not so easy to navigate in the building of the Mercedes Museum: the ticket office is on the right, the entrance is on the left, and everything is at a great distance from each other. Tickets stop selling at 4:45 pm. We were lucky - the Russian girl Olya turned out to be the senior shift administrator that day. After listening briefly to us, she kindly wrote us three tickets and led us through the turnstiles.

The museum is scattered over five floors of the building in the form of expositions. The tour starts from the fifth floor, after which visitors descend in an organized column.

The cars presented in the museum are divided into classes (cars, trucks, buses, etc. ) and by years of production. For example, you can see the very first sample of the E-class, on the distant descendant of which we arrived here  . All in all, a great museum.

Having driven around the city, we had a bite to eat at the Pauliner beer, which is no worse than our Munich one. The cafe was found with the help of "Bati", who gave us information from the Internet by phone. In Germany, by the way, the permitted rate of alcohol in the blood of a driver is 0.5 ppm, or 3 mugs of light beer for my 88 kg weight + a hot dinner  . It is a pity that it was canceled in Russia by our former President Medvedev.

Nothing has changed in Munich during the day of our absence: a crowd of drunken tourists wandered around the city, Oktoberfest sparkled with the lights of its carousels, the hotels were crowded, you couldn’t sit in decent bars!

Our mutual friend Kolya spent the whole day tasting beer at the holiday, he didn’t remember the rest 


Riding in Germany has become boring. Comrade Belugin offered to go to Switzerland. In the morning, at breakfast, we decided to go to Zurich - one of the most expensive places in Europe. The road took about 3.5 hours at an average speed of 150 km / h, which in Germany is quite possible to master. As usual, I was at the helm, Comrade Belugin was in the right seat, Sergio was the stewardess and bartender at the same time, but Kolyan, as always, did not go. The route was not easy: at first the road ran to Nuremberg, known to the reader, then through a tunnel through the Austrian territory, and at the very end, the mountainous terrain changed to the “picture” hills and meadows of Switzerland. On the way, we stopped a couple of times to have a bite to eat, but in general, by noon we were walking around the autumn Zurich.

The city really gives the impression of the capital of the rich.

And by the way, there was no choice, abandoned cars at the time received a fine and forced evacuation. In Moscow, these uncles would simply be torn apart, and I would be in this crowd, I assure you. Although you don’t need your own car in Zurich, public transport is almost ideally developed in the city, especially trams. Many people prefer bicycles to cars.

We decided to start our tour of the city from Mount Uetliberg, the highest point in the city, next to which the television tower is located. Comrade Belugin came up with the “wonderful” (again in quotation marks) idea to go up there on foot (although for a couple of euros you can get there by bus). We boarded the "red" tram, not knowing how to buy tickets. The ATM that sold them at the bus stop was broken, and we did not find another one. It turns out that in Switzerland you can quite well ride a "hare".

The terminal at our tram was just at the foot of the mountain, the beer made us a little tired and we wanted to sleep rather than conquer the next peak in our lives. But… the decision has been made, and we are on our way!

That it was a big mistake, we realized somewhere not in the middle of the way. Poor Sergio fell right into the grass, where he rolled like a pig in fresh, selective mud. Various suggestions were made, from “jump off the slope”, to “go back”, or “call a taxi”. I - Taurus - a stubborn creature - insisted that we come. At the top, there was an observation deck from which you can open

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