In 1965 I turned 21 and found myself at the Oktoberfest in Germany (the end of a long summer of hitching around Europe). I remember Australians being drunker than I’ve ever seen anyone, diving into the crowds from a platform and being whisked off by ambulances to emergency rooms. And I remember great big “frau” carrying what seemed to be a dozen mugs of beer at a time, knocking people aside with the mugs to clear the way. And I remember laughing nonstop.

Well worth it if you’re 21.