King Porter crowned King of the Mountain.. What a tailspin of a week, that by the end had us playing a gig 2500m up a mountain. Here’s the first part of our journey.
Six started the journey in the KPS van heading out over land and undersea, a mere 841 miles from their destination. Some might say the traveling party were in high spirits and some what keen to reach their alpine goal, arriving at the Euro-tunnel 4 hours early, but this worked only in our favour in securing a carriage of our own to play the first under channel hacky sack championship… no one saw it coming we think its gonna be the next big thing. We’ve all ready had to put a restraining order on Sky Sports hassling us for full screening rights…… anyhow we were making good time and stocking up on enough cheese, wine and cured meet to last several life times trapped in the Austrian alps.
With the KPS van rolling strong over the great roads of Ray’s homeland and Ray’s list of what the french do better growing longer and longer we approached Germany and eventually the end of Ray’s list.
Now for certain legal reasons, parts of the KPS trip through Germany cannot be mentioned. The war can be mentioned but on this occasion was not. But we would like to take the chance to say Germany is a very lovely country. It’s country men, women and police force fine people, their laws fair and just and if they would like to let us back in at anytime to play a gig we promise to be good (some parts of this statement might not be fully truthful, though my signed statement was, honest).
Austria, a certain sense of freedom grew upon us as the shaded outlines of the mountains grew bolder and taller as the road made it’s way up and through the valleys into the alps. 23 hours of travel, the odor of very strong french cheese and a short pit stop in Germany had not dampened the spirits, the van was still going strong. The finish in sight 1500m up a long narrow winding road that made the road at the end of Italian job look like a 3 lane motorway. Slowly up the mountain and down the gears then 1st to 2nd, 2nd to 1st, 1st to 2nd up up round round up up then…… the look of horror on this poor woman’s face as the van rolled down her drive with 6 sleepless guys falling out the door was priceless. “Curfew at Ten, no noise after 10″ was our greeting. To be honest we were not listening, we were all far too taken aback with the view of the valley to hear anything. Truly breathtaking. When we had sucked up enough of the view to help stretch our lungs, legs and hearts, we set unloading the van, setting up the homestead and convincing the owner we were not a bunch of nutters. First half of the KPS party had arrived.
Just a little taster to get ya started.
More on the way tomorrow.
Big Love
Jonezy
The hills are alive with the smell of goats cheese
Friday, 16th April
great post as usual!