We lucked out. Turns out the day (Sat) we arrived was the AltStadt festival celebrating the the history of the old town in traditional German fashion: Beer, Bratwurst, High school Oompah Bands, men dressed in colored bridge guard outfits drinking from hollowed out yak horns and playing trumpets. We ended sitting and singing with a table of local German dames and some other kids from Mexico city. Once the Germans found out we were from California they all erupted into a sort of hooting and shouting about this is where Paris Hilton was in prison and were we sad; I told them I cried the day she was sentenced. Shortly after, the Mexican kids 'taught' us all the words to la-cucuracha and had the table singing "nah nah nah nah, marijuana que fumar!". H and I of course knew what this meant but the rest of table seemed blissfully oblivious to the translation and kept belting out the lyric. Funny scene.
The high school oompah band left the stage and was replaced by an aging Rolling Stones cover band singing old favs like: "Unter mine Thumb" and "Hey yoo, git off of meine cloud" and so on.. We drank bier and ate sausages until the sun went down despite the rain. Later we wandered into the university campus area and ran across a french ska band that was actually good. Their manager, seeing me and instantly realizing my skill with the camera asked me to take fotos for their fan site. I obliged while Helen danced. The band's site I guess is http://www.roultaboul.com/
we rounded out the night with some good Indian food, several large glass of water and a hike to our subterranean room. Good times.
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