The road to Gasteiz - tip toe, bang!
Arriving in Vitoria, Spain at 12.30 am would ordinarily have been a normal affair, for any traveller, gypsy or wandering jew, arriving at night, when the rest of the world is asleep affords you the opportunity to establish your place under the guise of dark. When they awake, you are there, as if it had always been that way. In this case however, I arrived completely and absolutely exhausted, having returned home at 3 am the night before. after discovering cookin Quartet playing on one of Paris’s main streets, I quickly got a cab home, fetched my horn and made my way back to the club, the factthat I had to get a train at 5 in the morning at that point didn’t deter me, neither did the fact that I had to get 5 trains, 5 trains I hear you ask yourself, or is it me, once again trying to make sense of how its possible to play hop scotch all over the French country side. With anything from a 4 min to a 4 hour wait between trains, I imployed all primal instincs necessary to fight my way through the mob of frenchies, also trying to find which of the 40 trains all leaving at the same time, they were supposed to be on.
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