Octoberfest

Osoyoos no more.

Osoyoos is still a very nice place.....however, being here for the winter will probably bore me to death. The town has everything one might need from banks to bars and all manner of restaurants. The only thing missing is interesting people.  Its a holiday destination and from what I can gather during the summer months the place is full of folk staying for the activities that the warm weather brings, like boating, fishing and beaching.

We went to an Indian restaurant last night and were the only people in there so we made it a takeaway, which by the way was gorgeously tasty.

We had hoped to get some kind of part time work to get us out of the apartment but all the shops and bars are closing for the winter.

Lyn was reading the local paper and came across an advert asking for someone to manage an RV park in Penticton for the winter. We went for an interview and only got the job!  So next week we leave the apartment, hook up the trailer from storage and pitch up in Penticton. We get free living plus an allowance for electricity in return for being on site to greet any campers and sweep up the leaves.....oh and keep the beavers from eating the trees in the park. Simple eh?

Penticton is a much bigger town with a beautiful lake and a regional airport. Population is 33,000 which makes it bigger than Truro, certainly seems a lot bigger.

Tonight we went down the Osoyoos branch of the Canadian Legion with Ron, Lorette, Glen and Linda.   The occasion was Octoberfest.....yay!   Back in the early eighties I went to Octoberfest in Munich and witnessed huge venues where buxom young ladies brought you magnificently large glasses of wonderful beer to the beat of Umpa Umpa bands also large dishes of traditional Bratwurst or Knokwurst mit pomme frittes au mayonaise etc. Fabulous times constricted only by ones personal limit on beer consumption. 

Tonight was slightly different, apparently the same theme in name but a few things were missing........well, actually everything was missing. We were as far removed from anything Germanic as Israel.

Let me paint the picture, more a thin water colour. The hall was brightly lit by neon.

Plastic tablecloths hid the Formica from my very elderly fellow sauerkraut munchers. The predominant topic of conversation was what medication I was on or hoping to be on. 

The authentic German fare was a plastic plate holding some fried potatoes, two kinds of low taste sausage, some sauerkraut and some red cabbage.

The Umpa Umpa band was represented by a Buddy Holly cd.

NO BEER!

I had to go one floor down to get a Budweiser.

To summarise, the food was poor, the atmosphere was Plutonic, the beer was American and everyone went home as soon as they cleared their plate.

Anyhoo, we were back home after two hours watching Corrie, and missed Calum getting killed!