We had nowhere to stay tonight so we made a desperate looking sign and dangled it around the merch desk like bait.
It worked! We met two sweet gents, Niko and Thomas, who were nice/drunk enough to take us in for the night. We partied with their dogs and misunderstood each other….Susie even threw up.
Zurich is the best place to be hungover ever. Everything is made of gold or marble or chocolate Louis Vuitton and they have sausage vendors…….well we found this sausage vendor who looked like he was straight out ot Rattatouie. We then snacked the shit out of that sausage, all that we could afford with our pooled per diems:
The Rakes were kind enough to let us hang out in their turbo-tour-bus for the day. Chris – the captain and semi-professional Frisbee player – cooked us a hearty feed. Thanks George Forman grill.
The drive to Italy was incredible. Snowy Alps and lakes like marble. Here is an informative interview with documentarian, tour guide and human tilt train Mirko Vogel.
Strangely enough, we found Italy the most difficult place so far to order a coffee. At one point Susie ended up with a quarter strength ice break poured into a glass, while Matt and I got tepid milk. We’ve quickly learned from experience that coffee is best served black, and Cappuccinos are pretty fail-safe.
The crowd in Bologna was awesome/slightly mental. We had to check that they weren’t heckling us. At one point they started a soccer chant to one of our tunes, before stealing Susie’s drumsticks and demanding we buy them back. Hilarious. We also invented a game called “Frisball” which is basically throwing a Frisbee and kicking a soccer ball simultaneously. Sounds like it would be good for ones hand-eye coordination, but really it just makes you feel like you don’t have any.
Next was Linz, Austria, at a club called Posthof, which was gigantic and awesome. It even had cushions at the back if you felt like a bit of R&R between bands.
After the show, some friendly locals took us to a Drum ‘n Bass club where the strobes made up for our two left feet……reach for the lasers. I took this hilarious video but this Mac isn't "Cameron-compatible" at the moment.....we will post it later, as it is wicked worth it.
The venue in Munich was really cool, it looked like a Bunnings with a ‘rock’ section. Get it? There were plants and gardening equipment everywhere. The show was sweet and afterwards we found this l girl with a I Heart Hamburg bag which we now think we should sell as merch?
We met up with a friendly Brisbane ex-pat, Erin, who we then kicked out of her own home for the night. Thanks again Erin! To kill some time and to really sink our teeth into the Munchen way of life, Erin took us to the Lowenbrau brewery where we drank our weight in wheat beer and wrestled giant pretzels.
Then we drove to Toulouse which took a really really long time. I think 15 hours or something. Actually I'm getting cabin fever thinking about it so here's Matt..
Cello!
Here comes the bright side. Le Bikini was the best venue in the history of mankind. The food was endless and amazing, the staff sarcastic, kind and hilarious, and the wine fresher than sat on flowers. Well, very recently sat on flowers. I had a pair of fresh-making swims in the freezing pool, and strolled around like a millionaire on holiday.
The show was ridiculously massive, and we stayed in a lovely apartment care of a wonderfully generous Toulousian, Elsa.
I shall continue this story when I have the necessary visual aids at hand. I'm signing off like a successful businessman now, and we will have more for you sooner than you can possibly comprehend! Bam.
