Monday, 30 March 2009

Cliffhanger...

At the moment Bob is locked in on the ship. We finished the show and all went home, but he stayed behind to play some guitar. The man on duty apparently took off and locked everything up.
So far I haven't been able to reach Mr. Hoffmann, who's the boss of the boat.


And in the meanwhile the team of B61 start today in Berlin. They'll spend a week exploring the wall and the stories of the wall. They're in charge of writing their end of the blog, so watch this space.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Scary business

Today, as we were about to play the music before the show, we saw a police van pull up at the other side of the Danube. Several men jumped out and ran towards the water. We could see something floating downriver, but didn't dare to think it was a person. As 'it' approached the police men and was pulled out, it was quite clear 'it' was a man.
How did he fall into the Danube? And how long had he been in?

He was standing up when they pulled him back onto land, so that was good at least. A few minutes after they'd pulled him out the ambulance arrived.

It was another very cold day in Linz today, and being in the Danube instead of on the Danube doesn't really bear thinking about...

International haircuts

Yesterday was a day off and for a change it was a glorious one. 20°, bright blue sky, and Linz looked beautiful.
Alex and I went for lunch al fresco, then wandered around trying to find a hairdresser that just cut hair and didn't want to 'pimp our head' or 're-style' or whatever else it is they want to charge a fortune for.

On our travels we had a look inside the Ruhepol, which is one of the Linz09 things. It's a statement against the lack of silence in modern society. We walked into the foyer and a woman came up to us and whispered something I couldn't understand. So I asked her to repeat it. She whispered again.
As she was standing several metres away from me, there was no way I'd ever understand her whispering. So when she was finally close enough to me for me to understand her explanation of the Ruhepol spaces, she'd also reverted to normal speaking volume.
At that point our haircut was more important than a quiet space, so we walked off.

We eventually found a hairdresser, plain and simple Cut 'n' Go.
The staff were very friendly, even though they didn't quite understand Alex when he said he wanted to look 10 years younger.
I got my hair cut with razor blades, which was new to me.

So far the top 3 places for haircuts are:

1. Beijing
2. Galway
3. Linz