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Day 12: Oct. 17 - Trip to Budapest
They call it a day off, but it wasn't an easy one.
We had to leave the hotel at 4:30am - the hotel didn't have anyone on duty to give us wakeup calls (or phones in the room) so it fell on Jesse and Larry,
the two guys with alarm clocks, to wake up the rest of us. Room to room knocking on the doors at 4am - I would have known it was them anyway, but the
knock was the rhythm from our Pieces of the Sun ... da dum dum DUM da DUM DUM, da dum dum DUM da DUM DUM... a fitting wake up rhythm for that hour.
Into the van, and Marco drove us, still dark out, across Switzerland to Geneva airport, where we had a sad goodbye to him.
Then, dragging our 17 checkon bags into the airport
we began the struggle and negotiations to get it all on the plane. Much money later, our tired group flew to Hungary.
The promoters for the Budapest show were right there to help us load into vans, and thence to our hotel.
Nice place, but kind of looks like Tim Burton had a hand in the design.
Went out for a nice lunch, saw a bit of the zoo
and even saw some posters for our show, right in the center of town. 
Day 13: Oct. 18 - Budapest show
What a venue - it's a boat - a ship, really, on the river. We went early to load in the equipment, and just stayed all day, hanging around in the engine room (which doubled
as dressing room) and on deck.
And... the show....
a couple of Pierre Emile Bertona's photos:
Jerry talked a little, before singing Sleepless. And he pointed out to the audience some interesting sights we in the band had been
seeing in the front rows of the audience.
A bass player, funk fingers and all - he even had a Stick - was playing along with every song. And my friend Lemon, who I'd met before in Budapest, had brought along
the South Park Tony to amuse us.
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