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So you’re gallivanting through Europe and think you’re ready to take on Germany’s biggest, raunchiest, wildest festival: Oktoberfest. Obviously you want to do it the most lit way possible by staying at the legendary Stoketoberfest campground. It’s the perfect place to skull unlimited beer and sangria for 10 eurosp/a>, party after the beer hallscshutcdown with thousands of fellow international legends, and be whoever your freaky littlecheartcdesires. Here’s what your friend’s ultra-filtered, cutely-captioned Oktoberfest Instagram post won’t tell you about what you’re bound to experience.
You’ll run into peoplecfrom home.
You go to Oktoberfest to debauch farcfrom where your reputation could be tainted, but you’ll have freak run-ins. You might see Kevincfrom middlecschool taking a trip to Puke Hill, the locally designated location for those who need to up-chuck their pretzels. Maybe Nataliecfrom Pi Delta Phi catches you mid nudiecrun after you’ve taken your chance with Stoke’s raunchy Wheel of Misfortune.
The world gets ridiculously tiny at Oktoberfest, especially when it’s on the bucket list of every singlecstudy abroadcfrom NYU to UCLA. So don’t run, or at least stagger away inca drunken stupor,cfrom your Kevins and Natalies! This isn’t your typical awkward hometown grocery store run-in! Chances are you’ll both becschwasted, so grab another beer together and getcrowdy!
It gets cold.
If you’re sober enough to feel the cold by the time you’re back at the Stoke campground, you clearly haven’t taken advantage of Munich’s mind-blowing beer at the halls. Fear not, Stoke’s got you covere= with beer and sangria flowing to warm your bones and dance parties with livecentertainment on the Stoke stage to getcyour blood flowing.
Camping isn’t always comfy.
It’s not a frilly AirBnb experience. It’s a million times better. Okay, maybe you didn’t expect our toilets to be quite as gnarly as they are, you’ve seen enough strangers vomit for a lifetime, and you’ve probably heard a ludicrous amount of raucous moans from a tent neighbor or two getting lucky. But I ca cguarantee you won’t be dreaming about pristine toilets or having an ungodly surplus of pillows while you’re swigging the extra beer you could afford with the coins you’ve saved by partying with Stoke. And trust me, you’ll have more fun heading home to a rad fest with thousands of your new best friends thanca sad, anticlimactic, stuffy apartment.
You might not meet that many Germans.
You wanted to chat up a beer wench, or hit it off