ME AND ED HAVE ARRIVED IN AARHUS!
This is a long tale of humor and long-suffering but don't feel bad for me as I type now with seagull cawing outside a brisk Danish morn in a sleepy medieval town.

Holy shit! We have been in flight or in transit to get to a flight for over 30 hours.

This beginning part of the voyage was a sweet, brutal adventure that began as soon as we got to Atlanta airport.

We flew out on Delta-the plane was first delayed 1 hour-then when we boarded we were delayed on the runway for 3 hours waiting for permission to take off from airtraffic control, stating weather probs. We finally take off and are told that as bad as airtraffic has been that any connecting flights have also been delayed.

Our connection to Copenhagen is at 5:50pm-we long missed that but it gets more interesting as we circle Baltimore for 1 hour only to run out of fuel and land there to refuel before we can get to Newark.

Another 2 hours we are back up and get to Newark at 9:30pm, deplane to Delta slinging the shit to all of us-"we are not responsible for you missing your flights due to weather", weather? wasn't raining, no turbulence during our flight, the flight Marshall and Bob that we were supposed to be on wasn't delayed.

A women is crying, pleading with the Delta CSR-he was so rude to her. Refused to give anyone a room at a hotel and no flight options are available until the next moren at 10 am.

Luckily Deb was giving me flight itineraries as alternatives-we would not have made it to Aarhus. These Delta pukes had no intention of informing us of these flight options until I lay it on-barking at me that there is only one flight which is tomorrow-iI give her flight numbers and she starts to work for us-We left Delta's pathetic terminal for Scandinavia Air and they were so helpful and accommodating-we had to reroute if we wanted to depart tonite, to Frankfurt then to Copenhagen-Aarhus would have to be worked out in Denmark.

We leave off to Frankfurt at 11.30pm...exhaused and alittle bummed to be searated from the groop.

Our appreciation goes to Lufthansa-they were perfection of service and professionalism. Our food was great and then they offered us two weary travelers some Austrailian Shiraz-fill 'er up to the brim-with the effect of little sleep and being in pressurized cabins all day, we get pretty goofed on sweet lucy then alittle cognac and things were looking all gauzy as we proceed across the Atlantic.

We get to Frankfurt-bummer place that airport-even with the hooch I had a tough time sleeping-the video screens were out in our econo cabin so this kid up front never would turn off his light-so little sleep and spilling out to Frankfurt...
Favorite Frankfurt quotes:
"you vill go to gate A, vhy do you not leeson, I tell you whot u must do now and u still not listen."
"put up ze tray now and turn uff ze electronics now, ze tray now sir, now, i say put up zee tray we are landing-now i vill get you bread."

All florescant lighting and grey concrete against exposed wires and pipes of a taste of third reich leftovers.

We get to security checkpoint and Ed says to me that we are going to they showers-we are on to them so no zyclon b for us.

I arrange for our connection to copenhagen and the ticketing wants this special paper we were supposed to have but was taken in newark. he says we will be stuck here in Frankfurt without them-then he checks that a telex was received that stated they erroniously took our special paper so we are saved.

Our flight to Copenhagen is delayed-we end up with 15 min to get to our connection-we have to book it at least 2 football fields running full on i can feel the lactic acid making my tired leg muscles scream. When we get to the gate-nothing the flight was cancelled.

Back we go to ticketing and rebook for Aarhus for 10:30pm-now with plenty of time but so late to get to Aarhus-better we get there though.

We kill some time getting some snacks and browsing around-as we stroll to the gate i look at the tix and this tic is 2 hours earlier than what we were told-we have 5 mins to get to the gate as they are boarding now-running again both of us thinking that the movie The Terminal with Tom Hanks may become our life.

they call our name on the intercom-we get on just in time.

off to Aarhus...

we get to our destination-Ed really kisses the ground. Rolling hills, windmills suppling electricity, trees and fields-sweet air and clean and brisk.

no luggage for us-no drums, no instruments for either one of us and no clothes and effects for me.
fuck
the gig is tomorrow
our bags will show u we are told but after the gig but we will have em to go back with.

To be continued...