Hitting the road after hell

The heat is full blast and so is the horrible radio. I automatically hate every other person on the bus, just for being here.

Crushed like sardines in a metal vessel, forced to be together in order to get to a destination unknown.

Why is the heater blazing?

Aren’t we suffering enough?

And who listens to this type of music?

Especially at this ungodly hour.

Disco music at 6am?

Someone is playing a sick prank on me.

Sleep isn’t going to happen.

No point in trying.

A bunch of over-excited youths surround me, throwing pesky insults and crushed paper at one another.

They obviously aren’t aware that we are in hell right now.

They don’t seem to realise. I look at the clock.

Two more hours of this. Then an airport.

Why do i do this again?

Remind me.

What’s the reason?

What’s the payoff?

I know it sounds like I’m complaining.

But I am.

I have every reason to.

The world has become a demented version of itself.

The fun is gone.

SIX HOURS LATER…

Wow, I love this life.

What a wonderful world we live in!

Here I am in Germany.

Strange village in the middle of nowhere that wasn’t in the plan to come to.

Straight off the plane in Hamburg, I met Anders, who had all the instruments in the van waiting for me at the terminal.

We hit the road straight away and talked and laughed for hours.

A road trip straight off the beaten track.

As night fell, we came to this village.

I still don’t know what it’s called.

But magic man anders managed to sweet talk the local B&B landlady to let us have the last room available in a hundred mile radius.

And we walked the river with the full moon hanging above until we found the potato house, where they treated us like regulars and fed us a feast fit for kings.

We even sipped on fine brew as we laughed more at how we came to find ourselves completely at home in the middle of nowhere.

We could stay here forever.

But first thing in the morning we gotta get back on the road to Utrecht to meet Jolie and Mike for the first gig of the tour.

I love this place, wherever it is, but like my great grandfather used to say… When stuck, hit the road.