I really tried. I promise you. I really had in mind to write a daily wrap up also for days three and four of my first Eistnaflug experience. But I miserably failed. I was falling into Eistnaflug mode and that means: I stumbled to my tent somewhat between 5 and 8 a.m. four days in a row after I had seen some of the most passionate and remarkable performances I ever attended (and I attended A LOT so far).
Hæ Eistnafluuuuuug! Oh boy, still recovering from yesterday’s blast at the venues and around town! I’ve meanwhile completely lost control about time, just falling into my tent when I feel like which meant 7 a.m. this morning after tons of great talks to people all around the campsite.
A small, remote town in the middle of nowhere. There’s a museum on local and natural history and a school. There’s even a small hospital and of course, there is fishery. Everyone knows each other, it’s quiet and tranquil all year round. Except a few days when hordes of metalheads invade to celebrate a feast […]