Part two of my trek....
Back in Germany I met up with DrH who´d driven the Bulli (Combi, Minivan, VW Bus, whatever) down from Berlin. We picked up Permanent HoliDave and headed west to the Rock am Ring music festival. This is held at the Nurbürgring, one of the big famous racing track thingies that men get all excited about for some reason. Big engines, fast speeds, compensating... This is a blurry me on the track with the finish line behind me:
The people behind me were unconscious, but I checked and they were still breathing.
A few out of focus, from a distance, usually seen only on the big screen photos of bands:
Wir Sind Helden
The Smashing Pumpkins
When we weren´t rock´n hard we spent the time in the campsite recovering. Note to self: in campsite of 80,000 people, don´t camp near the stretch of forest where all others take their toilet paper for walkies.
Ahh yes, the aging rockers partying hard.
But when push came to shove, we could pull it out with the best of the youngsters.