So the trip was awsome to say the least!
We started off leaving Edinburgh Airport with the group and landed in Germany at Dusseldorf airport. We got on a coach and drove all the way down to near the Swiss border in a place called Herbolzheim. It took around 4 hours but after the flight, it surely wasn't comfy on the bum cheeks.
The next day we played in a massive tent in a place called Horgen just outside Zurich in Switzerland,
After a very rough night of artistic plastic cows being stolen and one of the guys nearly being arrested for stealing a splash of Jack Daniels from the bar ahaha, we left for Germany again.
During our many detours the bus driver managed to go through Austria instead of taking the quick route, but it meant I have technically now been to a country I hadn't been to before.
Altenburg, Germany was our next stop for 2 nights. It was a great hotel and the town looked a bit run down and post war, but sadly by this point I was suffering from a very bad cold and was annoying the crap out of everyone due to my unstoppable cough.
Our second gig in Zwickau was great! when we came back to the hotel, a little party was happening for the black forrest Fire service so we thought it would be a good idea to entertain them the Scottish way lol. The pipers were piping and the dancers were dancing, me in the other hand, I was standing in my comfy trousers chatting away to some old German Guy.
Bochum was our last gig night in a fantastically massive arena, the beer was being supplied by the hundreds, the food was very good, and we all drank every last beer after the show. I was absolutely knackered at this point, I had been mostly boozing it up like pipe bands do, but since I was ill, I couldn't go out on the last night like most people. I stayed up chatting to another guy who was on the trip,he chatted about how he was joining the police force. I was bloomin' freezing but it was a good chat while everyone went partying down by some karaoke bar.
We had done nearly a full round circle of Germany but we weren't flying back from Dusseldorf, no no no.... we were flying back from Schiphol in Amsterdam. I swore I would never step foot In that airport after my ridiculous lay overs coming back from America just 3 months ago.
Spending the day in Amsterdam was fun though, and before you ask I didn't go buy some mad space cakes or have a joint with my cup of tea, I work with Kids for goodness sake. However many others did not share my good sense, though it was hysterical to watch and I had a lot of fun sight seeing.
That night I flew back to Glasgow where my mum picked me up and I spent a few days in Aberfoyle relaxing with the family at my grans timeshare lodge. I start my new job on Monday so I need to make sure I get as much in as I can before I become the boring worker that saves all her money. You should always jump at the chance of travel, you'll never know where it might take you...
Travel Quote of the week has to be:
No one Realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
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