Day Eight: After some failed attempts at sightseeing on our way to Munich we played our last club show before the first batch of festivals and overnight drives began. Frequency Festival was basically a total blur, only having time to play and catch Millencolin’s set before heading to Switzerland.
I woke up freezing somewhere in the Swiss alps using a box of Blacklist Royals shirts as a makeshift blanket for what would be the most gorgeous and horrifying drive of my life; our van wasn’t meant to be on these ancient mountain passes – but overall it was a completely surreal experience I hope to relive one day in a more alp-appropriate mode of transportation. The festival itself was a huge success, the crowd was amazing and the view from stage completely spectacular, my only regret was not bringing a camera that could capture the surroundings more accurately than my iPhone.
We drove all night and arrived at Highfield Festival (the biggest of the tour so far) with only enough time to grab a cup of coffee and get dressed. Three days of sleeping sitting upright in the van driving through the night from country to country had everyone pretty worn down, but as I write this I’m sitting on a couch enjoying our day off, my suitcase full of newly clean clothes, and recharging before heading to Amsterdam in the morning.