Fri 22nd Freiberg Ganter Braurerei

Munster Punk fest
Assembled at the bus 0900 and headed off to frieberg.
Stopped on the road for pizza, (This Italian Pizza was shite) and pressed on, fantastic views of the city of Como from the road, looks like a place worth visiting! Shahan took lot’s of pics
Lunchtime we crossed the border and entered Switzerland, amazing drive for ours as we cut our way through the Alps, indescribable! No probs at the border. And then through into Germany and on to Freiberg
Checked into hotel and then dropped band off at the restaurant, Mutti, hog and I went to the venue to get the Merch. sorted and suss it out.
Then we went and joined the band at the restaurant, the food we have had lately has been poor, Scruff is ill from a dodgy meal we given in Bologna and 1 or 2 others are shaky, I’m OK so far!
Pub was a excellent rock and roll band type place, didn’t look like somewhere to expect a good meal and I was starving. Anyway when the food came it wasn’t just good it was fantastic, we all tucked in we were very hungry (except scruff who was in bed back at the hotel).
Then we went to the venue and drove the bus up to the back of the stage, the venue was a large brewery, by the time we went on stage 00:15 the audience were well oiled to say the least, some guy at the front immediately in front of Pete kep’t putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling really loudly, I could hear it at the back of the stage, it was getting into the mics and sounded like guitar feedback! I told him to shut up but after a while he started up again, Pete got annoyed with him and between songs we dragged him up on stage and Pete introduced him as the freiberg whistler and made him do a whistling performance in Monks mike. It was well funny!
After the gig everyone went back to the hotel except Pete and I who went back over the road to the pub we lunched in, the promoter owned the pub and we were his guests. Pete took over behind the bar and served me some nice alt beer, also served a customer at the bar some of his ‘special’ cocktails, by the time we left the guy was unconscious laying slumped over the bar!
I sat at a table chatting to the chef and some other German guys, most had been at the gig, it was a really nice way to end the day.
At 03:15 we taxied back to the hotel.