Last night was the last show of the german tour.

The 11:th show in 11 days.

We are now back on Swedish soil.

Something is wrong inside my head.

Something is wrong inside my stomach.

A quick update before I pull down the blinds and play Seaman for eight straight hours:







Papa Bears glasses, Jack and Coke, the back of my head and tonys foot.


 


 
If any of you readers plan a german tour with eleven shows in eleven days my advise to you is this: finish the tour in Rostock. It kind of makes it all worth it!

We had a fantastic time!



 
Tony saw this after the show and being slightly insane he thought it was a good idea to live on the wildside and break the rules a bit. Ever seen a guy try to drink from a firehose? Its not a pretty sight. I seriously thought he was gonna loose his teeth.

Thanks for helping us clean up the mess Hans!



 

OK, the tour is over for this time. Papa Bear put a little flyer-collection together as a memory. Cool.




 
Ulrik shaved his "tourstasche" off at a gas station outside of Malmö. This might be a ritual that comes back on the next tour.

Tony changed his socks at the same gas station. Having "lucky drum socks" eleven days straight is a tradition I would like to see dead and buried before the next tour.




 

Seriously, Thank you all VERY much!

John / Märvel.