Wednesday 31.7.2019 73km Total:348km 1h08m Total:4h38m 9.47km Total: 9.47km
Since it's a very short trip from the ferry port to the hotel we arrive very early for check-in.
I knock on the door and is at first very confused by the fact that Anthony Hopkins opens the door but soon realize that it's Thorsten who has grown a god-like white beard since we saw him last.
He shakes our hands with just the firm grip a beard like that dictates and continues by critiquing my choice in clothing as I'm wearing an Indian Motorcycles t-shirt.
When he hears I bought it in Thailand he looks like I just force-fed him a lemon.
A t-shirt like that is bought in the states, and after you've ridden one. Something he himself has obviously done (Thorsten is also bitten by the travel-bug).
He is a really cool dude Thorsten but we can tell he doesn't have the energy he used to as the hotel is looking a bit worse for wear since last we where here. Not run down, but worn.
Hardly surpring as Doris has had to move south for health reasons so he's managing the whole thing by himself now, how he does it is somewhat of a mystery as he hardly slept during the festival as it was.
Without asking for it Thorsten goes to get tarps for us to put over the bikes for the rest of the week which was a real nice touch.
By now I'm starting to get a migraine so heading straight for the festival isn't in the cards.
I take my meds and hit the sack for a couple of hours which worked wonders.
Soon after 3PM we're in Thorstens car heading for the lunatic asylum called Wacken.
At the festival ground we don't recognize anything from any of the previous visits, they've changed absolutely everything.
After a very rudimentary security check we walk across the entire grounds before we get to exchange our tickets for the wristbands and from there we have to get our bearings on where everything is as we are at a complete loss.
This time around there are several security checks as apposed to a perimeter checkpoint and a security check to get into the main stage area.
Unfortunately they've moved the two tent stages inside the main festival area as well which is probably the reason why it feels a lot more cramped this time around, if people have gone to the bother to get through security they stick around instead of spreading out more across the grounds as they used to.
During the evening we saw part of or complete gigs with The Damned, Sweet, The Sinderellas and Sisters of Mercy.
The Damned was a nice surprise as they where Bears choice and not something I was previously familiar with but those geezers rocked the ass off the place.
I really looked forward to Sisters of Mercy as I never really went with the great Metal vs Synth divide and continued listening to Sisters and other Synth bands in between grinding Twisted Sister.
Hearing the intro for Temple of love was a grand moment even though the entire gig was plagued with terrible sound quality.
The bikes securely packaged fot the rest of the week
The Holy Wacken Land.
On the site ground but outside the security check there is a pretty well stocked supermarket.
On second thought it's really more like a well stocked liquor store that also sell groceries, they know their consumer base well.
The Sinderellas where more of an audiovisual experience with a heavy bias towards the visual.