|Monday March 16 2009|
Lost in Dongen or 'A parallel universe'
| Lost in Dongen or 'A parallel universe'|
We'd had a lovely sold out gig in Deventer where they gave us tulips and stuffed
us with original Deventer cake (I would say 'cookies' but they aren't).
We spent a long cozy night in a pub called the 7th Heaven and some
of us danced all the way back to the hotel.Somehow, dancing and leprechauns
have become an intrinsic part of this tour. How that happened I'll never know…
So off to Dongen the next day. It's a small town in the south of Holland and
to put it mildly ****ing far away if you live in 'The North'. I will be brief about
the gig itself, which went great, the food, which was lovely, the people of the venue,
whom were very helpful and nice to us. I will also spare you the details of the
table tennis set we bought, which caused mayhem in the dressing room.
It's amazing how that game helps you get rid of aggression though…
What happened after the gig is more of an adventure…We'd left the venue and
Hans was driving Evertjans car. I was sideways and upside down on the back seat
with all the stuff, trying to get some sleep, which I didn't, and unsuccessfully trying
to avoid getting a crick in my neck. Evertjan has a new navigation system, which
to my opinion works better than the last one but will still tell you to turn left only
when you've already passed the appointed street. Unfortunately the satellite we were
supposed to be using had fallen out of the sky or something, because the navigation
thing couldn't find it.I made some feeble attempts at pointing out to the boys that
there were actually signs directing cars to the motorway, but to no avail.
They preferred driving in a straight line to 'wherever' until the 'satnav' would pick up.
And then, I think, we drove into a wormhole...The asphalt dissolved and suddenly
we appeared to be somewhere in Ireland on a dirt road in a dark forest.
Anyone into self-preservation would have stopped and turned around.
But noooo...not my brave knights. Into the forest we went and it got darker
and darker and I think we all started making some kind of high pitched noises.
The next thing we knew we were in someone's backyard at the other end of the universe
and somehow made it back unto the motorway...
You know how the books and the guys from Star Trek always say that if you mess
around with time and space, you could end up messing up your own time line?
Well, after a while in stunned silence, we stopped for some coffee and the neon
reality-check of a tank station and who should we meet but Edzo our light-guy, who
had left Dongen hours before!To top it off half of everyone I know from Groningen
turned out to have been stranded at this station.We decided to stick to what we
knew and didn't try to explain any of it, stock up on candy and head for home.
So next time you hear us babbling on stage about time-warps and roads and pub-doors appearing and disappearing, you'll know...We're not kidding...