After the blow out in ZellamSee we had a loooong way to travel, we started at five in the morning, Stefan is a mean man, I think he enjoyed waking me up that early, he advised me to pack my things before going to bed, but as You can see on the picture of me on the balcony (the well trained picture at 3 PM) from ZellamSee. I was not really listening to him!! Witch I never will admit that I regret.

Well, the dark villages of countryside Austria passed us by in the night; I was still heavily drunk, dizzy and feeling ill. Somewhere after Munich I started to be my self again. The day was just an endless autobahn, at speeds up to 190km/h the wipers of the Volvo didn't manage to go down again!!! We had 1190 kames to drive, and the schedule was tight.

A tiny FIAT was lurking and blocking the Autobahn in front of us when we were just a few miles away from Rödby, out of routine Stefan just pushed the pedal to the metal and burst out in to the Autobahn universe. As I looked to my right in to the FIAT I saw a pitiful sight, an old bitter man sat with a grin in his face, he would not let us get by with this...

He probably spanked his tiny excuse for a car to the maximum. And with a hand on the horn and the other doing a naughty sign through the window. He bashed away and vanished somewhere far away behind the vast Germermian horizon.

We sat like question marks in our Swedish musclemachine What the h*** was that?! We couldn't find any reason for his irritation. Strange are the ways of the devil!

But we made our destination after a while, with just 30 minutes to the clock we made it to Hotel Prindsen, Roskilde. We felt the urge for a shower, I hadn't shower since before ZellamSee, just imagine all the grease and nicotine in my face, Oh how nice a shower would be, praise the lord for a shower!

But the Danes didn't have time for showers; they took us up to their club room and started to pour Danish beer in our throats! A good thing thou, the feeling of talking Swedish and relax with fellow Scandinavians shortly started to bring light and energy to our weary bodies and our torned souls We watched the pictures from the days passed.

It felt like this was the last night, time to summon things up! We had a few laughters and a few more beers. My heart was now in a state of uproar!

"If you smoke one more cigarette, if you pour one more centiliter of alcohol down your throat, I will go on strike... I warn you!!!" said the heart and started to do cha cha rhythms deep in my chest (thou in a to me unfamiliar complex, northern Nigerian staccato backbeat version. That I would NOT like to experience again!)

We had a genuine Danish "slagtergryte" with some genuine Danish beer. We talked about earlier Euromeetings and especially the one in Roskilde. That was my first Euromeeting ever. Did I know back then that I would do a Eurotour with Stefan?! Probably!! We were easy to get drunk this night. We continued to the hotel-disco on the front of Hotel Prindsen. Kim had to use his creditcard all the time, as always we didn't get the chance to pay for the drinks. Late that night we watched pay-TV and fell asleep, the sex drive was dead, stone dead!!!

Thanks a lot Roskilde for a nice last night of this long Eurotour; it was the right place to summon up these 13 days of party and tabling!!!

What we didn't know back then, in Roskilde, was the fact that Sarpsborg had invited us to their Christmas party next weekend, so we took some time to really blow our mind out on the local Stadshotel in Katrineholm when we got home. That was not a good thing to do but truckloads of fun!!! :-)