After warm goodbyes to Aachen and lifting our bodies onto the tour bus, we drifted south along the autobahn to a place called Hildesheim.
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With a belly full of Tiroler Speck (smoked bacon), supplied by our merchandiser extraordinaire Günther, we survived the 7 hour journey to Aachen. Cursing and swearing at the navigation system (to become a ritual over the next ten days), driver/drummer Marc ‘Séamus’ Boysen parked us up not far from Roncalli Circus and the center of Aachen.
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