Day 13 - Garage, London, United Kingdom

Leaving the main land and entering the British Islands meant travelling by ferry. Everybody had to leave the bus and we headed straight for the cafeteria to test out a typical english dish: Fish'n'chips.

We think most agreed upon it not being the nicest meal we had eaten, especially since several had mistaken sugar for salt, and the sea started to get rough.

So a couple of hours later, it was a bus full of green faced and tired people that arrived London.

England isn't exactly famous for big backstage and storage rooms, so we had a bit of difficulty trying to find places to put our empty cases after everything was set up on stage. This meant having to climb big stacks of  boxes and guitar cases getting in and out of the shower and the toilet.

Plugging into the english power outlets is a story of it's own.

This day was so hectic and chaotic that we had no time to eat, and less so take any pictures. The second and last meal of the day was luckily better than the first. Isak and Øystein ate at Mcdonald's to get a quick energy boost, while the others ate at "The black swan" which was "ok".

The other bands had a lot of technical issues on stage. We managed to get through the show without too much problems and chose to get out of the building rather than staying in the packed backstage of frustration.

Tomorrow is a new day in a new city. Here we come Manchester.

Day 12 - Ninkasi Kao, Lyon, France

Time for pants again. The shorts will probably be left in the bottom of the luggage only to be washed when we get home and then forgotten until summer comes to Norway.
It is cold here in Lyon. The weather is gray and both Marius and Isak is having some issues with sore throats, so Isak and Bjørn set out to find a cure.
Garlic and ginger was bought, cut up and added to a boiling hot green tea with a big spoon of honey.
It didn't take long before we were feeling slightly better, but with slightly worse smelling breath. Fair trade.

Bjørn, Ulrik and Isak went to find some good french restaurant, while Marius was fast asleep and Øystein ate the catering provided by the venue.

Well, the trio did not find any good french restaurants nearby that looked promising, so we ended up going to a sushi restaurant instead and were surprised by incredibly high-end sushi.

Back at the venue we found this mutant tomato. The girl is the bassist from Rendezvous Point.  

The show went way better than we anticipated and I, Isak, am certain that this is due to my garlic-ginseng-tea.

Not much else happened this day and not many pictures were taken. 

Day 11 - Razzmatazz2, Barcelona, Spain

To think that people would settle in the cold north when there are places as hot as this during the fall. Well, to each his own, Isak prefers a slightly colder weather after yesterdays heat on the roof balcony, but this was not a cold day.

Barcelona is pretty awesome. We were up before the bus arrived at the venue this time and got to see a lot from the window. Incredible architecture most of which is designed by Antoni Gaudí, an architect that favored nature as his main influence rather than the work of previous architects. He was also one of the people in Barcelona to fight for the implementation of trams as a public transportation and it didn't take long before they were all over the city.
Sadly, a few years later, he was hit by a tram and left to die as the people passing by thought he was a beggar due to his rough looks. He was later recognized and rushed to the hospital, but it was too late.

He did; however, manage to create a city decorated in artistic architecture unlike anything elsewhere in the world.

La Sagrada Familia. Excuse the bad picture. There are so many people here and we both know you didn't come here for the architecture. Google it if you really want good pictures.

Ulrik with what I assume is an office building behind him. Obviously not created by Antoni Gaudí. I mean. That thing does not look anything natural.

The venue was very big and we were the 2nd of 6 bands today. Surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the audience when we went on stage and the show went well. We were only scheduled to play 25 minutes and chose therefore to only play the most heavy songs.

No silly, the drum-set is supposed to be ON the stage.

Not too easy to see on these pictures, but we had three (3) drum-sets on stage. Not too much space.

Day 10 - Garaje, Murcia, Spain

And we thought Madrid was sunny and hot.

When I peeked out of the window this morning I was fooled by the shadow provided by the venue in which the bus had come to a stop. I thought to myself "oh well, at least we had some sun yesterday". I was definitely surprised when I went outside to find the weather to be way warmer than yesterday even with a warm breeze, which is the main thing that differs from Madrid where the wind was nippy.

Murcia is located pretty far south in Spain not too far from Alicante. The venue had a major roof balcony where we spent a few hours after loading in our gear. Bjørn and Isak got sunburned and Isak had to spend some time inside the backstage area to fully recover from the blistering sun.
The sun roof was also a perfect chance to dry clothes, so a few hours was also spent trying to wash clothes by hand in the sink. They end up smelling slightly better than before washing, but beggars (traveling artists in this case) can't be choosers.

Today is also Ulriks birthday. Isak made sure the audience knew and he was greeted and applauded properly on stage and after the show several people approached him wishing him happy birthday.

Birthday boy in sandals.

Disregard pirate. Isak had just cut his hair short again and needed protection as his pale Norwegian skin was not prepared for the beating handed out by the Spanish October-sun.

Yes, for you beer knowers. We were indeed drinking Budweiser. And we loved every second of it.

The drying of clothes.

The venue before gear is applied.

We did not spend too much time scouting out the area as it didn't seem to be much happening around this part of town, except from our show of course.

The venue in itself was pretty decent and the show went off without a hitch.

Day 9 - Caracol, Madrid, Spain

Everybody went to sleep early last night and slept until we suddenly had arrived and the load-in was supposed to commence.
Another sunny day in west-Europe. The sun was unforgiving to eyes only accustomed to the dim bunk beds.

Bjørn greeting the sun-god with a banana and a red bull. As is tradition.

The venue is looking very nice and the load-in went great. The stage is very high above the crowd. Could make for some great stage-diving. 

Looking forward to a sunny day, happy people and a good show to top it off. See you in Murica'... No wait, Murcia!

Day 8 - RCA club, Lisbon, Portugal

The weather in Burgos was cold so it was a delight to arrive in Lisbon, Portugal with a temperature of  25C and splendid sunshine.
We all changed out our jeans in the favor of shorts and after the load-in, we went for a stroll to have a look at the neighborhood.
The venue is located in a calm part of the city with only a few restaurants nearby. We found the backstage which was located in the backyard of the venue. The bus driver provided us with a wire we could use to sun-dry the clothes after washing them in the sink.




The stage was deep with decent space and just like in Paris, it had a gallery where people could stand to overlook the stage only to get blinded every once in a while by the moving lights that has the force of 1000 exploding suns.



The show in itself went great and the audience seemed to be enjoying the show.

Leprous doing a soundcheck.

We would like to take a moment to thank the local crew of RCA Club. We've never seen such an effective workforce. Thank you so much for making the stay so much more enjoyable!

Tomorrow we're back in Spain, this time Madrid.

Day 7 - Day off, Burgos, Spain

Yesterday was the day of food.

Ironically today was the day of lack of food. Or lack of eatable food rather.

We woke up to a sunny day in the cold city of Burgos, which is located in the middle of north-Spain. We wanted out of the bus as soon as possible as a plate of french cheese was going rancid in the fridge rendering the bus inhabitable.

The bus driver had been driving too long and had to sleep until 2AM leaving us to the mercy of the Spanish hospitality.
After looking for landmarks we spotted the towers of the Burgos cathedral which is known for its vast size and incredible architecture. 

Getting closer to the cathedral, we started to get hungry and figured that the restaurant close to the cathedral looked tempting. At this point we didn't think too much about the fact that there were nobody eating anything at the restaurant and we all ordered a plate of lamb-chops, except from Øystein, he ordered an entrecôte. The food arrived after about 30 minutes and left us in shock at the immense lack of meat. The meal cost 17 euros...

Note: This is not intended to be a food-blog or anything, but we feel like this was kind of ridiculous, so please bear with us.

 I had not eaten any of the food at the point of the picture.

We quickly asked for the bill and left the restaurant without feeling any less hungry. We felt violated, tricked and exploited for our lack of local knowledge. We spent the next four hours tying to find a restaurant with actual food, only to be met with the usual "the kitchen is closed until 8 PM". So we waited until 8 PM and rushed to a restaurant we had scouted out earlier. It looked promising and they had a pretty good looking menu, we ordered the most expensive dish and told the waiter that we wanted the meat cooked well done. After an hour of waiting we finally received the much anticipated food and was again in shock. How is it possible that two different restaurants manage to let us down on the same day?
The plates were sent back to the kitchen and we left to save ourselves from further disappointment.

Well done meat... Yeah right!

Now, I don't want this entire post to be about us whining, so lets get to the good stuff. We found a burger joint and we all bought the safest sounding burger. They also had a burger with octopus, but after the day's happenings, we were smarter than that.

"I told you we should've gotten a burger" - Marius Strand.

A burger in Burgos.