Jimmy took a photo of me with this fellow, the only other person dressed in an authentic German outfit. Two nights later, we went with Carlin and Kent into The Hague to check out the city’s attempt to celebrate Oktoberfest. We ran into a few hashers and ended up partying with them for a few hours.
I wore my dirndl again that rainy Sunday at the Amsterdam Hash.
We ran through a park that had some cool mosaic balls.Lots of the ladies wore dirndls and Steve even wore a girlie wig with his lederhosen.





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