New Model Army European Tour

February - March 2024
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  • 8countries
  • 18days
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  • 5.0kkilometers
  • Day 1

    Day 1 - The NMA Tour Adventure Begins

    February 28 in England ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C

    “Four o’clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
    Turning over, turning ‘round, twisting in our sweat
    They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
    Dear God, what have we done?”

    After an almost sleepless night due to nervous excitement and a little trepidation, the alarm actually went off at the ungodly hour of 3.45am. An hour later, after a piece of toast & a shower, I was on the road to the Le Shuttle crossing at Folkestone. I arrived at 6.18am, checked in and boarded the train for the 7.18am crossing in a carriage just for me. All the staff at Folkestone could not have been any more helpful and were interested to find out where I was travelling to. They probably regretted asking when I rattled off my itinerary!

    It was all going too smoothly. I was told the train had a communications problem, but the engineers were aboard and trying to fix it. An hour later, we had to all disembark the train and board another. As a result, we rolled into a dank grey Calais at exactly 10.am local time. I could have had at least another hour in bed.

    Back on the road, I hit the E40 heading east towards Dunkirk in the miserable drizzle, then heading south on the E42 through Lille, then into Belgium and through Mons. I passed by Charleroi and entered Luxembourg somewhere along its north western border. The roads in Luxembourg are a motorcyclists dream - perfectly smooth tarmac with hardly a pothole in sight. The roads in Luxembourg just scream affluence.

    During this leg of the trip, I had to stop on a total of 4 occasions. Twice for fuel, paying the exorbitant price of €1.99 a litre at a service station on a motorway in France (I knew I was being ripped off but I had no choice), then just €1.57 a litre in Belgium. I also stopped for lunch consisting of a very tasty poulet au curry baguette with salade & oeuf (coronation chicken & sliced egg). I wanted a coffee, but I couldn’t fathom out the coffee machine. My final stop was Lidl for essential supplies - a bottle of red & some chocolate biscuits.

    My 1st planned stop was Bourscheid Castle, which looked impressive, but not so impressive that I forked out €7 of my own money for a tour. Well I would have, but it was now 3.15pm and I had more to see. After a few photos from the road, I mounted my bike and continued.

    The 2nd scheduled stop was Vianden Castle which was a testing 30 minute ride away. In my opinion, Vianden Castle was way more impressive, however I did only see & photo it from afar. Probably worth further exploration if time permits!

    It was then a 45 minute ride south down the tunnel heavy E421 to Luxembourg City & my accommodation for the night - the Luxembourg City YMCA. I arrived at the city centre YMCA at almost dead on 5.00pm. That equated to pretty much 10 hours of motorcycling, helped hugely by the incredible heated inner soles that kept my feet not warm, but hot the whole day & a saddle webbing that kept my backside not just off the saddle, but also slip free (Both Christmas presents from Jackie),

    Now it is a long time since I have stayed in a YMCA. I had to pay a deposit of €3 for my room key card and a subsequent deposit of €10 for a padlock and key for my locker. My allocated room was a dorm with 4 bunk beds, a toilet and a shower. I made use of all the facilities and was just sorting my self out when my 1st ‘roomie’ returned to the dorm. I managed to get him to say hello, before he totally ignored me with something far more interesting on his phone.

    I then went out to explore the city centre famed for its Grand Ducal Palace, Notre Dame Cathedral & the Bock Casements along the Alzette River that runs through the length of Luxembourg. My first mistake was that I forgot to take my camera. I walked around for an hour and a half during which time darkness descended until it was too dark to see anything of interest. I considered getting a McDonald’s meal, but was flabbergasted to see that even a Big Mac cost €12. Instead I returned to my dorm for my bottle of red, lots of Twiglets & a few chocolate biscuits.

    Whilst writing my blog, Grumpy bastard had a shower and went out. Two others also turned up, so we have a full compliment tonight. I just hope no-one keeps me awake with their snoring.

    Song of the Day - Luxembourg by Elvis Costello & The Attractions.
    NMA Song of the Day - No Rest by New Model Army.
    Daily Total Distance - 379 miles.
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  • Day 2

    Day 2 - The 1st Tour Gig in Strasbourg

    February 29 in France ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

    After posting my 1st blog, I got into bed and checked on the Utd score just as it had gone to VAR in the 89th minute. Casemiro’s headed goal stood. Remarkably I was able to watch the remainder of the game on the BBC Sport App & probably could have watched the whole match.

    The next thing I remember (almost certainly helped by last night’s bottle of red) is waking up around 5.30am to Grumpy snoring like a warthog. Luckily it was so loud he woke himself up, then went back to sleep silently. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so at 6.45am I got up & stumbled around the room in the dark trying to pack up my gear that was spread out all over the solitary table, chairs & floor.

    After showering, I snuck out of the room for the (all you can eat) breakfast buffet. The breakfast room was busy with people of all ages, Nationalities & apparent walks of life. I shared a table of four with myself and dined on bread rolls I had stuffed with ham and cheese, followed by honey, then cake. My head had a caffeine rush after the 4th coffee. Not bad considering that it was included in the price of my stay for just €35 per night. Four coffees in the town would probably have cost more than that alone!

    My Youth Hostel Luxembourg stay was certainly not an unpleasant experience. Everyone, including my 3 roommates, were very courteous and respectful. Hopefully it will be the same at the hostels I’m staying at in Switzerland.

    After breakfast, I walked down to the Alzette River for a few photographs of the Steichen Bridge, the Neimenster and the other historic buildings in the locality, including their National Natural History Museum. There was a thick mist hanging over Luxembourg City, which gave an eerie feel to the place.

    At 9.30am, I returned to the Youth Hostel to pack up the rest of my gear, then 15 minutes later I checked out. I changed the settings on my SatNav to ‘Winding Route’ instead of ‘Fastest Route’, then entered my hotel address in Strasbourg as the destination. It showed my route to be just 125 miles, but estimated to take just over 4 hours.

    It was a lovely 4 hour ride through rolling farmland with long sweeping bends, alongside rivers, passing lakes and through quaint little villages and the odd small town. I really don’t know what route I took, but after leaving Luxembourg, I rode into France, then took a sojourn into Germany, before returning to France. I only got off the bike twice, once to fill up with Luxembourg fuel at €1.57 a litre and then just to take a photo of a rather lovely gothic church in a village called Munster. I felt like a real ‘motorcycle man’.

    I arrived at my hotel, the imaginatively named Hotel Strasbourg not long after 2.00pm & was gratefully allowed to check in to my double room that I didn’t have to share with anyone else. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to enjoy the room, because I had sightseeing to do.

    It was a mile long walk along the foot & cycle path of the River L’Ill to my 1st stop, the Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art. The building was a modern box and nothing to write home about……..oh bugger I just have!! The biggest thing of note was outside the entrance there were numerous groups of African males, who appeared to be illegal immigrants. To be fair to them they weren’t disturbing passers-by, but a couple of arguments broke out amongst themselves and I could easily see it kicking off.

    I didn’t hang around and moved on to the very picturesque old town. I started in Petite France, mainly a collection of old buildings on islands surrounded by the River L’Ill. It was then onto Grande-ile de Strasbourg, which is the large island upon which the old town sits. In and around the area, I visited the Alsatian Museum (nothing to do with that horrible dog breed!), the History Museum, Palais Rohan, Notre Dame Cathedral, Kleber Square and St Pierre Le Jeune Church. When I say I visited them, I looked at them from the outside and took a photo of them. I particularly object to paying to enter churches & Cathedrals. The very impressive (from the outside) Notre Dame Cathedral wanted €8 entry fee. I did however sit in Kleber Square and eat a €5.90 Big Mac, which doubled up as my lunch and dinner.

    Time was pushing on, so I headed to La Laiterie, the venue for the evening’s gig. The tour bus was outside & I could hear the sound check taking place. There were a few French youngsters outside the open venue door drinking beer, but I chose not to join them. Instead I returned to my hotel room for a lie down after my 5.5 mile walk.

    Less than 90 minutes later, I was heading back out on the 10 minute walk to La Laiterie. I arrived dead on 7.30pm to discover a huge queue, but it went down rapidly. In the venue, I bagged myself a bargain, I bought the Unbroken Tour t-shirt for €25, not the £25 they were charging on the 1st night of the tour in Northampton. I also endeared myself to the lady selling the merch because I was able to give her the correct money including 2 x €10 notes. I also bought myself 1 unimpressive beer for €7. Sadly I didn’t hear or notice anyone speaking English, so I found myself an elevated position next to the mixing desk, where I stayed for the rest of the evening.

    At 8.00pm sharp, the support band, Divine Shade, came out to play their 35 minute set. They were fantastic and definitely one of the best support bands I have seen in many a year. The band are from Lyon and supported Gary Numan on his tour in 2022. Their music is described as Neo Industrial / Dark Wave, I personally would describe them as somewhere between Killing Joke and The Sisters of Mercy.

    At 9.01pm, New Model Army took to the stage and did their thing, another superb passionate performance. There is no point in me trying to describe the performance, but of note Dean & Justin did an acoustic version of Snelsmore Wood as the first encore song. A great result for me, because Snelsmore Wood is one of my favourite songs. The band also played Where I Am. These were not listed on the set list.

    At the conclusion of the performance, I tried to see if there was a spare set list available. There wasn’t. I photographed one that someone had managed to get hold of. It didn’t have the amendments.

    As I was leaving I heard a group of 3 talking in English, but it felt too late to say hello & then as I got outside I saw the NMA stalwart Steve ‘Red’ Clarke sat on the floor with his chunky necklace around his neck. A woman was fussing over him & I heard him say “I’m alright, I need to pace myself”. It looked like he was in good hands, so despite the fact that he is also on the magic bus, I decided to leave them to it & I hot footed it back to my hotel for a well earned rest.

    Song of the Day - Motorcycle Man by The Damned.
    NMA Song of the Day - Snelsmore Wood by New Model Army.

    I had intended to upload a couple of videos I took of the gig, but they were too long to upload to Penguin. Next time.
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  • Day 3

    Day 3 - Too Much Reliance on my SatNav?

    March 1 in Switzerland ⋅ ☁️ 8 °C

    Woke up early despite not finishing my blog until 1.00am. I started reading through the social media and realised that I had made a mistake in my blog for Day 2, because NMA did play ’Deserters’. Videos of 3 songs, ‘Deserters’, ‘Idumea’ and ‘States Radio’ had already been uploaded to YouTube from last nights gig. I couldn’t add any video to my blog because any uploaded videos to Penguin can’t be longer than 2 minutes. Noted for next time.

    I checked out of the hotel around 10.30am & bumped into a German also checking out in his NMA hoodie. The lightweight admitted his next gig was not until in his home town at the end of the year. I listed off my itinerary until his eyes started to glaze over.

    I headed out of the city faithfully following my SatNav which I had set to arrive at the Green Marmot Capsule Hotel in Zurich on the ‘Windiest Route’ setting again. In the outskirts, I found a huge U supermarket, so I parked up for breakfast. In the cafe area my eyes were bigger than my belly & I ordered an enormous poulet curry roll & a cafe au lait. Sadly the roll was too soft and sweet for my taste, so I picked out the filling out & ate just some of the base. To console myself I bought a 3 litre box of Cab Sav (to avoid paying Swiss prices) and a couple of packs of biscuits and sweets.

    With the panniers now heaving at the seams, I continued my journey only for less than 30 minutes later my fuel gauge told me that I needed to stop for petrol. After filling up, I went up to the cashier & in my best French accent I announced “Pumpf six’. She looked at me rather strangely and asked “Do you mean Pump Six?” I was slightly taken aback but I told her “I did”. After paying up & feeling a little miffed I returned to the forecourt to discover that all the cars were German and I was now in fact back in Germany. I had no idea.

    I continued south following my SatNav & it took me into alpine country. All the buildings were chalet like and the route took me through valleys alongside rock strewn fat flowing rivers. All was going well until the SatNav decided I had had it too easy. It directed up mountain roads that got narrower, bumpier, steeper and of course windiester!!

    The road got so narrow and bumpy with a steep unbarriered drop on my side that I prayed I didn’t meet a car coming towards me at any sort of speed. Luckily I only met one car coming the other way & he was kind enough to stop to let me pass. I was starting to curse my decision to do windiest route on my SatNav.

    Finally I arrived back on a wider road, but at the top of a cold mountain where all the signposts were for ski lifts. Luckily the now wide smooth roads had me racing towards Zurich and I was making good time. Unfortunately this didn’t last long, my route tried to take me along a road that was closed.

    I chose an alternative road which after several miles came to a muddy dead end. I then chose a 2nd road which took me on a 5 mile loop back to the road closure. By now very frustrated, I took a 3rd road in the opposite direction to the road closure, hoping that the SatNav would find an alternative route. After an approximate 10 mile loop, I again ended up back at the same bloody road closure.

    In the end I set my SatNav back to Fastest Route’, re traced my route all the way back to a major road, then turned east on to it until the SatNav finally gave in and properly rerouted me. As it happens the remainder of the journey was a pleasant experience. The border into Switzerland was almost non existent & if you had blinked you would have missed it.

    I finally arrived & parked up free of charge outside my Green Marmot Capsule Hotel at 4.45pm. The capsules were a bit of a shock to me. They were MDF boxes with a large single bed inside, but only a privacy curtain for a door. I was forced into paying nearly £10 a night for a large locker. The hotel is divided into men’s and women’s areas. At the end of our corridor is a changing room similar to in a shop, but the bathrooms are well catered with shower cubicles, toilets and basins. They even provide free towels!!

    I got changed then headed straight out for a walk around the city. I 1st crossed the Quaibrucke Bridge over Lake Zurich & followed the footpath around the lake. As I walked and looked out across the lake I saw what appeared to be a naked man on a pontoon jump into the lake. As I got nearer, I discovered that it was an obviously gay sauna establishment, where a whole load of naked men were flouncing about in and out of the water on the end of the pontoon. My mate, Alka, would have loved it there. Surprisingly, none of the other pedestrians took a blind bit of notice.

    I then headed inland to take in the FIFA Museum, Paradeplatz, several impressive churches & bridges that I will revisit in the morning in the light. I also came across an impromptu shrine for Alexei Navalny where people were leaving flowers, lighting candles and saying prayers for him. It was his funeral in Moscow earlier today.

    Before returning to my capsule, I bought a litre of orange juice (for some much needed vitamin c) and some Fairtrade Madagascan dark bitter chocolate.

    I returned to the capsule that soon became nice and cosy. I had a chat with Jackie as she walked home after her work shift, then settled down to several cups of red wine, all the Twiglets, half a packet of Biscotti biscuits & some faux liquorice allsorts.

    Song of the Day - Motor Bikin’ by Chris Spedding.
    NMA - Song of the Day - Aimless Desire by New Model Army.
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  • Day 4

    Day 4 - Endless Art in Zurich

    March 2 in Switzerland ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    I woke up around 5.30am in my cosy Capsule 37 having had a deep undisturbed sleep. I watched Netflix until I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to get back to sleep. After using the perfectly adequate shower facilities, I treated myself to a fresh set of clothes (Yes, I know…….minging).

    (Morning to Angela & Pam, I see you are both following & liking my blog. I hope you are both keeping well & that Chris & Tony are also well. It seems strange being away on my own. I haven’t got Jackie to take the mickey out of or blame if things go wrong!)

    It was 9.30am, when I locked all my belongings away in my expensive locker and headed out for the day. I was keen to see if it was possible to get a cheap coffee in Zurich. It wasn’t. I headed first along Theaterstrasse passing Mascotte, the venue for tonight’s gig, just a 6 minute walk away, then on to Zurich’s Opera House. Outside the Opera House, was a large open space with numerous pairs of chairs presumably to relax in. The place was deserted.

    I crossed Quai Bridge and found myself up on Bahnhofstrasse, where I saw a super busy bakery which also sold coffee. I bit the bullet and bought myself a small Americano, costing 5 Swiss francs, nearly £5. I sat outside in the sun next to the random rhinoceros metal statue & ate half a packet of biscuits with my coffee. I got out my DK Eyewitness Travel 2008 guidebook & planned my route for the day.

    As I set off, I realised that I had actually chosen the most expensive street to buy a coffee on, because the street was just designer shop after design shop, including every high end Swiss watch makers. Along Bahnhofstrasse, I had to avoid a little old man handing out leaflets under a gazebo with the words ‘Jesus Sucht Dich’. I hope it’s not what it sounds like and I’m not sure googling it would be a good idea!

    My first stop was Fraumunster, the history of which dates back to 853ad. I took some photos from the outside & from Munster Bridge, where wedding couples where having their photos taken. I then moved on to St Peter’s Church with its large clockface, measuring 28ft in diameter, the largest in Europe. Next was Augustinerkirche, a 13th century Gothic church.

    I continued back along Bahnhofstrasse, past the monument to Alfred Escher on Bahnhofplatz, and on to Bahnhof, described as Zürich’s monumental Neo-Renaissance train station & one of the city’s greatest icons, built in 1871. It was virtually empty inside.

    I continued north to Schweizerisches Landesmuseum, the Swiss National Museum for history and culture. It was housed in a very impressive building, but I wasn’t enticed in. I continued through the park known as Platzspitz, then crossed the Limmat River. I followed the river back to Wasserkirche, meaning Water Church, where Felix and Regula were martyred in Roman Times.

    Next was Grossmunster, with its twin towers that dominate Zurich’s skyline. It was not open & in any event an admission fee required. I then wandered through the narrow cobbled streets of Niederdor to Rathaus, Zurich’s town hall.

    Within Niederdor, I found the 13th century church, Predigerkirche It was open and I was able to go in free of charge!

    On the way to the Kunsthaus, I saw signs for the Cabaret Voltaire which I followed to a beige coloured building, which was the birthplace of the Dada Movement which started in Zurich in 1916. I was more interested, because I assumed it was the inspiration for the Sheffield band of the same name.

    At 12.30pm having already walked 5.7 miles, I arrived at the Kunsthaus, which my guidebook tells me is Switzerland’s greatest art gallery. It cost 24 Swiss francs to enter and I felt that it was worth every franc. There was artwork from Monet, Manet, Picasso, Cezannre, Van Gogh, Munch, Warhol, Hockney, Miro & Rodin to name just a few. I studied & then memorised the artist & title for each and every piece of artwork on display. It included Claude Monet’s Winter.

    Photos from the Kunsthaus I will upload as a separate footprint.

    I left the Kunsthaus at 4.00pm exactly & then marched along the busy lakeside promenade to the Henry Moore sculpture, just another 1 mile away. It was a pleasant sunny walk.

    Back at my Green Marmot capsule hotel, I sat on the balcony in the setting sun & drank 3 plastic cups of red wine accompanied by just a packet of imitation Jaffa cakes. From my balcony I espied 2 obvious NMA fans.

    At 7.00pm I hurried out from my capsule balcony, for the 6 minute walk to Mascotte. I found the couple I had seen & I introduced myself to them. I found out they were German and they had spotted me on my balcony. We had several chats throughout the evening.

    The ground floor seemed tiny and I took advantage of the Swiss politeness to get myself a spot right at the front, next to Ceri Monger’s drums. I was not moving from this spot.

    The support band, Anger Management, were ok, but not worthy of a playlist on Spotify. Very annoyingly a security guard insisted that he had to stand at the front of the stage. With the kind assistance of a fellow NMA fans, we got him to agree to ‘work with us’ during the performance. It wasn’t perfect, but I took the opportunity to record pretty much the whole performance in less than 2 minute chunks.

    At the end of the gig, my German friends, told me they were disappointed that the gig had only lasted an hour and 35 minutes. They were used to NMA playing a double bill concert (of which I have experienced).

    The gig finished at 10.10pm local time & at the end I hunted out the NMA stalwart, Steve Clarke. I found him near the bar & I introduced myself as a fellow Magic Bus traveller. He asked me to call him ‘Red’ & told me that he and Jack were driving the Magic Buses. We agreed that we would meet in Bern & he disappeared into a throng of fans near the stage. One of his mates/companions handed me a bottle of beer which went down a treat, but not worth the £10 it probably cost,

    I returned to the Green Marmot Capsule Hotel to download my photos and videos. I necked the remainder of my 3 litre box of red wine.

    Song of the Day - Endless Art by A House.

    NMA Song of the Day - Winter by New Model Army
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  • Day 4

    Day 4 - Endless Art in Zurich Photos

    March 2 in Switzerland ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    A selection of photos of the artwork in the Kunsthaus. I am actually in one of the photos and no it is not the Big Nude.

    I managed to upload one video of the NMA song of the day, but I won’t be doing it again as it takes way too long & it caused today’s blog to not go when I posted this morning.Read more

  • Day 5

    Day 5 - Stunning Scenery in Switzerland

    March 3 in Switzerland ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

    Woke up at 8.10am feeling decidedly groggy, I really shouldn’t have finished off all of my wine on a pretty much empty stomach. I finished off my blog & tried to post it with 2 videos. I later discovered that it didn’t go. Uploading videos takes too long, so I won’t be doing that again.

    After a shower & getting packed up, I left the Green Marmot Capsule Hotel at 9.58am, just 2 minutes before I had to be out. I loaded up my bike and set the SatNav to take me to Interlaken on the Windiest Route to ensure it took me past the lakes. My plan was to stop early at a supermarket to get some much needed sustenance, but I soon came to realise that no supermarkets are open in Switzerland on a Sunday.

    Somewhere near Zug, I stopped at McDonalds for a coffee and Big Mac that cost me close on £10. I used the opportunity to make a few phone calls, including to my parents who were celebrating their anniversary today. My mum told that she had been reading the blog, but was upset by the derogatory comments by someone called Andy Mays.

    Back on the bike, now feeling much better, I was soon in the attractive town of Lucerne sitting on the shore of Lake Lucerne with snow capped mountains in the distance. I stopped for a quick photo & continued on. The road followed Lake Lucerne, then Lake Sarnersee, Lake Lungersee and Lake Brienzersee, before arriving at Interlaken. The sun had been out throughout this leg of the journey. It could not have been a more enjoyable ride…..or could it get even better.

    In Interlaken I found a convenience store, where I bought a large bottle of water, a Coke Zero and 2 packets of my favourite Biscoff biscuits. I didn’t stay in long in Interlaken, mainly because there was no focal point of a lake. Instead I took a diversion from my planned route to visit a little town called Lauterbrunnen, which was 16 km south of Interlaken and had been recommended by my brother, Jonathan who is holidaying there later in the year.

    The narrow windy and windy road took me through a brewery and then a farm. The road was flanked on both sides by steep mountains & it followed a river and a train track. Lauterbrunnen looked like a scene on a chocolate box. It was crammed into the valley between two mountains which had waterfalls falling from them. It was very picturesque. Lauterbrunnen looked like the perfect place to take a ski lift up the mountains and walk back down. Strangely this small municipality in the Swiss Alps was absolutely heaving with Asian tourists. They didn’t look like they were there for the skiing!

    I returned to Interlaken then headed west where I followed the winding road on the northern shore of Lake Thunersee. It was absolutely stunning. I felt compelled to keep stopping to take photos and admire the beauty of the lake with its backdrop of the snow covered alps. To make this absolutely the perfect ride the sun remained out the whole way.

    My left arm was aching from waving to all my fellow motorcyclists. I wasn’t doing it like I was a village idiot, I was doing it because it is the done thing that every motorcyclist does on the continent. We ignore the moped and scooter riders.

    This road, the ‘Seestrasse’, took me through the villages of Merligen, Gunten, Oberhofen am Thunersee and Hilterfingen, before arriving at the town of Thun at the other end of Lake Thunersee. The villages I passed through had beautiful castles, hotels, restaurants and mansions to just increase the pleasure on the eye.

    By now time was pushing on, so I hotfooted it to the outskirts of Bern, where I located Muhle Hunziken, the venue for tomorrow’s gig. It was then a 25 minute ride into Bern and to Hostel 77, my accommodation for the next 2 nights. My heart sank when I pulled up outside at 5.10pm. There were about 50 children and a handful of teachers hanging around at the front. I had visions of sharing my dormitory with a load of 10 year old boys.

    Daniel, the receptionist, checked me in and assured me that the children were all on the floor above me. Daniel gave me lots of information and surprisingly all the buses and trams in Bern were free of charge to me. I just needed my hotel receipt which had a QR code for them. Breakfast is also included.

    I went up to my dorm 309 and got the feeling that I would probably have the whole dorm of 6 beds to myself. It is now gone 9pm at the time of writing and no-one else has arrived. What a result.

    I settled in & listened to the football commentary in time to hear Utd concede 3 goals. I decided I couldn’t be bothered to go out. I made do with my biscuits and water and enjoyed the luxury of the dorm to myself.

    Today was a (very) good day. My ride should have only taken just over 2 and a half hours, but actually took over 7 hours.

    Song of the Day - Slow Ride by Foghat.

    NMA Song of the Day - Today is a Good Day by New Model Army.
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  • Day 6

    Day 6 - The Bear of Bern

    March 4 in Switzerland ⋅ ☁️ 6 °C

    Well, the good news is I did have the dorm to myself, but the bad news is that I struggled to get to sleep until well into the early hours. It was probably due to the fact that I had not had any alcohol to assist the process. I still woke up at just after 7.00am.

    The toilets and showers are spotless and well equipped. I went down to breakfast and the vast canteen was empty apart from the staff working. The relieved waitress told me that all the kids had been and gone. The breakfast buffet was well stocked with all the usual continental breakfast staples of meats and cheeses including homemade hummus and various vegan options. I had 4 slices of toast, then a large bowl of yoghurt & homemade muesli with 3 cups of coffee. By the end I felt quite sick.

    I caught the 9.10am bus, which arrived dead on time with all the accuracy of a Swiss timepiece. The 7 minute bus ride dropped me off in Bahnhoff, in Bern City Centre. My walking route firstly took me past through Bundesplatz to the Bundeshaus, the Swiss Parliament Building. There was an opportunity to enter free of charge, but I didn’t think I could be bothered to go through all the security checks.

    I then crossed the Aare River over Kirchenfeldbrucke into Museum & Foreign Embassy Land for a look only because all museums are closed on a Monday in Switzerland. I found the fairytale castle like Bern History Museum, the Museum of Communication, the Museum of Natural History, the Shooting Museum and the Alpine Museum.

    I then followed the river into a park, where my heart nearly stopped when an elderly man let his long tailed Doberman off its lead. I loitered until a young mum pushing a pram got between us and then I bravely continued my park stroll.

    At the other end of this park was Bear Park. With the assistance of a passing lady, I located the one and only brown bear lying in a concrete cave with just his head poking out. I sat down on a bench and waited for him to come out. It was a battle of wills which he won.

    I gave up and continued following a footpath alongside the river. I reached Kornhausbrucke, where I shocked to see three middle aged women in bathing suits and hats climb down the steps and wallow in the river. I checked my phone and it gave the current air temperature as just 8 degrees. Feeling cold at the thought of it, I crossed the river and climbed up a very steep path back to the Old Town.

    I then located Kunsthaus which was also closed, then I faithfully followed a recommended walking route of the Bern Old Town in my guidebook. I started on Speichergasse, turned right on to Waisenhausplatz, through the Barenplatz square, into Bundesplatz, down Marktgasse to Zytglogge, a clock tower which is Bern’s central landmark. The tower used to be used to imprison prostitutes. The astronomical clock was made in 1527-30 & contains mechanical figures including a bear & crowing cock, that begin their procession 4 minutes before the hour. After being described as elaborate chimes, I was severely underwhelmed by its chiming.

    I then headed down Münstergasse to Münster St Vinzenz, Bern’s Gothic Cathedral. An intricate depiction of the Last Judgement fills the tympanum in the 15th-century central portal. The Cathedral was free to enter and signs reminded visitors that no photography was allowed. The first 3 people I saw were all simultaneously taking photos on their phones. Other visitors were also blatantly taking photos and in the end I joined them.

    I continued down Gerechtig-Keitsgasse & then crossed the river back to the Bear Park. The brown bear was initially hiding in a hole he had dug, but my patience paid off & he took a leisurely stroll around his enclosure. In the end I got bored and left him to it.

    I walked back over the bridge up Postgasse, Kramgasse and Zeughausgasse to complete my walking tour. I bought a bottle of fruit juice and caught the 2.30pm bus back to Hostel 77. My watch recorded that I had walked 8.34 miles.

    Back in my room, I caught up with my blog, but sadly my peace and solitude was shattered by a noisy Italian who is staying in the same dorm as me and kept asking questions. He eventually went out. I lay on my bed and watched the 1st 2.5 episodes of Top Boy on Netflix. I think I’m now into it.

    During the afternoon NMA posted on Facebook that tonight’s venue, Muhle Hunziken was going to be a cosy one and it was one of the quirkiest venues they had ever seen. I set off on my bike to the venue at 7.00pm. I was in the already packed converted flour mill by 7.30pm & found my self the perfect spot. I was stood next to stressed Dave the sound man, who had his mixing desk at the side of the stage.

    The support band, Anger Management, seemed much more appealing to me tonight & Ceri Monger even came out & stood at the mixing desk to listen to a couple of their songs.

    NMA came on early at just after 9.00pm & played their best set yet on this trip, despite Justin Sullivan apologising for losing his voice. The gig was just stunning, definitely helped by how intimate it was. Their performance of Idumea was mesmerising & it was clear that the band were really happy with how played that song.

    I was able to see the whole band, stressed Dave and the other roadies throughout the performance. I spent the show studying how much tweaking Stressed Dave had to make to the volume of the instruments at the request of the band. Dave and a female roadie who was hidden out the back sang on a lot of the choruses, much to my surprise. The gig ended with No Rest, Poison Street & Get Me Out.

    After the gig, I returned to the hostel arriving at 11.15pm to find the Italian asleep & a German man reading. I found the kitchen area & updated my blog.

    Song of the Day - Bear by Armstrong

    NMA Song of the Day - Idumea by New Model Army
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  • Day 7

    Day 7 - Josef Buffler, my saviour…………….

    March 5 in Germany ⋅ 🌧 6 °C

    ………the world’s most expensive parking attendant!!!

    As predicted, I struggled to get any sleep. I was still watching Top Boy, when the Italian got up to go to the loo at 2.20am. My alarm went off at 6.30am & after showering, I went to breakfast at 6.55. To my horror the 50 odd school kids were already in there, but they had doggy bags & left almost straight away for the United Nations.

    My breakfast consisted of just 2 slices of toast, 3 coffees & yoghurt & granola, but I got the proportions wrong & it had the texture of concrete. I then packed in the dark whilst my dorm companions slept and left the hostel.

    I set my SatNav at 7.57am to get to the Holiday Inn Express, Munich City West by the fastest route, but avoiding tolls. My SatNav showed that it would take 6 hours 39 minutes, a distance of 273 miles. I was due to arrive at the hotel at 2.42pm if I didn’t stop. I wanted to get to Munich in plenty of time to make the rendezvous, be totally sorted out for the next stage of the trip & not the one perceived to be unreliable.

    The weather was best described as miserable, drizzly with stormclouds on the horizon. The roads north out of Bern were uninspiring A roads following the Aare River. At 10.30am, I arrived at Koblenz, where I crossed the Rhine River into Germany. I decided that I would stop at the 1st hopefully now reasonably priced McDonalds I saw after 11.00am. Needless to say they went into hiding. I saw one about an hour later, but incredibly there were roadworks preventing me from getting to it.

    I continued onwards towards Munich, passing Lake Constance on my right. This was on a road that Jackie and I had driven the other way on our way back from Croatia a couple of years ago. It was notable for all the vineyards along this stretch of the route. Eventually I pulled into Friedrichshafen, still on Lake Constance & hunted down a McDonalds. It turned out to be a tiny one in the railway station.

    I returned to my bike & opened up the throttle to arrive at my hotel at now just after 3pm. I was speeding east along the A96 dual carriageway, when my heated handlebar grips kept turning themselves off. Next all the lights turned themselves off & I managed to turn on the a slip road, just before my bike whirred to a standstill. I turned the ignition off then tried to-restart by bike, but nothing was happening. I got off the bike & the bike toppled over , knocking me down and prone in the middle of the road with the bike on top of me. Out of sheer absolute embarrassment, I managed to out & heaved it back upright. I then pushed it up a slope to the junction at the top where it was less of a hazard to other traffic. I was in the middle of absolutely nowhere & didn’t know how to describe where I was. All I knew was that I was beside the A96 & just over 100 miles away from Munich.

    After several unsuccessful attempts to start it, I rang Jackie and gave her the good news. Jackie very helpfully provided me with some suggestions as to who to call & she did some research for me. The upshot was that I was not covered with a breakdown service outside of the UK. I rang my bike mechanic in the UK, who got me to try various things which didn’t work, but he couldn’t help without seeing the bike. I then rang the emergency number for motorway breakdowns (not dual carriageways) and they said would get the police out to me who would arrange a recovery truck.

    Several motorists stopped & one recommended I rang a local garage who might be able to help. I rang the garage, Moto Punto, and spoke to the owner who spoke only a little English. I tried to explain where I was, but he couldn’t understand & said that I was too far away. I later rang him back & asked him if I managed to get my bike to him, would he be able to look at it. He said he would. After several more phone calls of almost pleading with the garage owner, he agreed to come out when I finally was able to give him a better idea of where I was.

    Whilst waiting for him, now 3.55pm, the police showed up. They didn’t speak English, but recorded details of my bike, driving licence & passport. Whilst they were interrogating me, my saviour in his beaten up old van arrived. He was an old man with a gammy leg from a motorcycle accident 20 years ago. We managed to get the bike in the back of his van & we drove to his garage 8.5 miles away.

    Back at his garage his mechanic got to work. He connected a large battery pack & the bike fired into action. My relief was short lived when he diagnosed that the ‘reactor’ (or something) was not working. Apparently there are two parts of the bike that keep the battery charged when the engine is running.

    After looking it up, they announced that they couldn’t get the parts until the morning, but they would take me to a hotel for the night. I enquired if I could get a train to Munich. I could & could I leave the bike with them for 10 days & pick it up then. The bottom line is that I loaded up my motorbike gear in the panniers and the owner, Josef Buffler, ran me to the train station to continue my tour. He told me to ring him when I was coming back & he would pick me up.

    My train ticket cost just €26 & arrived in Munich main station at 19.42pm. It was a 2.1 mile walk to my hotel. I could have got another train but I chose to route march to the Holiday Inn Express, Munich City West. I arrived at 8.30pm. It was a 4 minute walk back to the venue, Backstage, so I treated myself to a shower and fresh clothes.

    I arrived at the gig at 9.00pm & it was heaving with people. It was the biggest venue so far. I decided there was no way I would or could find the others from the Magic Bus Tour, so I WhatsApp’d Jack Cheung, the tour organiser and driver to let him know that I had arrived and would catch up with everyone in the morning.

    Another excellent concert seen from a totally different perspective. During the song, ‘If I Am Still Me’ Jack rose up out of the crowd near the front and was stood on the shoulders of others for his usual dance. He did the same for ‘Green and Grey’ and ‘High. The encores were ‘Bittersweet’ their 1st single and was dedicated to the original manager, Nigel Morton aged just 70 & ‘High’ & ‘Get Me Out’.

    At the end I rushed back to the hotel & my bed. The following morning I discovered that I missed a 2nd encore of ‘No Rest’ and ‘Poison Street’.

    I am just very relieved that my tour is still on course. The mechanical failure could not have been foreseen & hopefully won’t cost me a fortune. I rightly or wrongly trust Josef. Either way things could have been a lot worse.

    Song of the Day - Breakdown by The Buzzcocks.

    NMA Song of the Day - Stormclouds by New Model Army.
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  • Day 8

    Day 8 - I Walk in the Cold Air

    March 6 in Austria ⋅ ☁️ 7 °C

    After a stress free night’s sleep, I woke up at 7.00am. I went down to breakfast and found Jack Cheung, who introduced me to the others on the Magic Bus. They seemed a nice friendly bunch, but remembering everyone’s name will take time.

    At 9.00am, we went down to the 2 Ford Transit mini-buses. In my van, Red and Paul Rizos were the designated drivers and sat in the front, then 6 of us sat in the back, 5 hefty blokes, myself with Lee, JP, Lex and Ramon and 1 poor Maltese lady, Priscilla. We sat in 2 rows of 3 seats facing each other whilst jostling for leg room, with a needless to say decent playlist on the stereo. It was a 2 hour drive into Austria, where we stopped for a comfort break at the border. A group photo was taken in front of the border lap dancing club.

    30 minutes later we stopped again at a motorway service station. Everyone ordered lunch, so I felt obliged to order something - Bratwurst & chips. I couldn’t eat all of the chips. In future I will have soup.

    We arrived outside our Hotel Boltzmann at just after 3.00pm, but it was 3.30pm before I had finally checked in and got to my room. We were due to meet from 5.00pm onwards at the Beaver Brewing Company, just a 7 minute walk from the hotel.

    I immediately headed out for a 1.4 walk into the centre of Vienna for a spot of sightseeing in the cold afternoon air. I found the impressive Votive Church & had a look inside because it was free. I headed towards Hofburg Imperial Palace, but somehow ended up walking away from it. Conscious not to turn up too late, I headed back to the hotel having walked just over 3 miles.

    It was just after 5.30pm, when after freshening up, I arrived at the Beaver Brewing Company. Lee and I shared a couple of pitchers of Witty Bastard beer, whilst a whole large group of NMA fans assembled, most were known to each other. I am slowly getting to know them - a friendly bunch. Around 8pm we all headed the short distance to WUK, tonight’s venue. After watching the end of the support band, Tauren Rosen, who were ok, I headed into the centre of the crowd where most of our Magic Bus were gathering.

    At 21.20pm, New Model Army took to the stage & I was in the middle of the mosh pit, now suddenly surrounded by bare chested men frantically dancing and pushing and shoving. I joined in but soon was boiling in my t-shirt and hoodie. I remained in the fringes the whole evening getting my toes trampled by wooden soled clog boots.

    I was also asked to assist Jack to get up on Red’s shoulders and I held his right leg throughout the performance of ‘If I Am Still Me’. Security staff tried to get Jack to get him down, but others wouldn’t let them near him (us). At the end of the song Jack got down and gave each of us a thank you hug!

    Being the nice chap Jack is, he went off to find the security staff and apparently negotiated that he could get back on shoulders for the encore. The encore consisted of
    ‘1984’, ‘High’, which Jack went up for, and ‘Get Me Out’.

    After the ‘family’ photo in front of the stage at the end, Paul, Lee and I headed back to the hotel, stopping for a huge Bratwurst in a hotdog roll for less than €5.

    Song of the Day - Vienna by Ultravox.

    NMA Song of the Day - Family by New Model Army.
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  • Day 9

    Day 9 - Spa Day in Budapest

    March 7 in Hungary ⋅ 🌧 5 °C

    It was a leisurely start to the day following a shower & breakfast, we departed the hotel at 10.00 hours. We all sat in the same seats on the magic bus and we arrived at our B&B Hotel in Budapest just over 3 hours later. During the journey the inevitable question came up about what the 6 of us in the back did for a living. 4 of us were in IT, Lee is a jeweller and watchrepairer & it eventually came to me. When I revealed I was a retired copper, actually detective, I got a very positive response.

    After lots of faffing around, six of us decided to the go to the a spa in Budapest, something which Budapest is famous for. Our group consisted of Jack, the Americans Lex and Ramon, Priscilla and a German lady, Ulrike from the other bus. It was 30 minutes ride on a tram and the metro to Széchenyi Bath, which to use we had to download an app. Jack and Lex managed to download the app and log in, whilst the rest of us failed, so lex offered to pay for our tickets on his app. Ideal.

    We travelled on the tram alongside the River Danube, then alighted and walked a short distance before entering the world’s 2nd earliest underground railway. It is 2nd only to London, but is the 1st electrified underground railway system. We got off the train at our stop & were stopped by the guards and asked for proof of payment. Lex got out his app, but it was established that he hadn’t activated his app at the beginning of the journey. We were each fined €30. Great start.

    The Széchenyi Medicinal Bath in Budapest is the largest medicinal bath in Europe. Its water is supplied by two thermal springs, their temperature is 74 °C and 77 °C, respectively. Built between 1909 and 1913, the exceptionally beautiful Szechenyi Thermal Spa is the most famous spa in Budapest. The hot spring water is rich in calcium, magnesium, hydrogen carbonate, sodium and sulfate, fluoride and metaboric acid. It is mainly used for medical treatments of inflammatory diseases and joint complaints. Over the years, the charming thermal bath was constantly renewed and expanded. Today there are 15 indoor swimming pools in the interior of the Szechenyi Bath, and in the beautiful outdoor area you will find another 3 large pools.

    We paid our entrance fee of €28, then an additional €11 for a pair of flip flops that were mandatory. I can’t even walk in flip flops!!! We got changed into our swimmers and spent the next couple of hours wallowing in the hot thermal outdoor pool, the numerous different saunas, hot pools of varying temperatures and the freezing plunge pools. Although busy with both locals and tourists, it was a very pleasant experience. Gone 5.30pm, when we headed back to the hotel.

    On the journey back, Jack and I were chatting and he revealed that he was a contractor for a company and he may be losing his current job later this year. He also asked me what I did & after, he went on to reveal that amongst the usual NMA crowd were 2 Police traffic officers & a girl who is a Derbyshire 999 operator regularly seen on the TV programme ‘Police Interceptors’.

    We were planning to go back out to eat, but time was pushing on. We eventually decided to eat in the hotel. I had the Hungarian pork stew and a pint of beer.

    It was raining when we left the hotel for the 15- 20 minute walk to the A38 venue which is actually on a boat on the River Danube. A lady called Alex from Vienna offered to shelter me under her umbrella during the walk. It turned out talking to her, that Alex was on the guest list, because she was friends with some of the members of the band. It transpired that one of her best friends used to go out with Nelson who was a guitarist with NMA for 22 years, leaving in 2012 for personal reasons (too much touring). Apparently that’s why most of the band have left over the years. It was an interesting chat & great insight into the workings of the band.

    The support band, Aznincs, were not my cup of tea and so I sat down with the others in the bar area.

    NMA came on at the scheduled time and it was clear that Justin’s voice was failing him a little bit which he acknowledged, however during the performance his voice returned. According to my source in the know, the drummer, Michael Dean, is suffering with a shoulder problem & is having to take lots of painkillers before each gig. Fingers crossed for the rest of the tour.

    I stayed a couple of rows back with Lee, who has mild MS. I’m glad I did, because it was a particularly lively one in the mosh pit. Jack did his usual thing - not with any help from me. The encore was No Rest, High & Get Me Out. Another great performance.

    After the obligatory photo, we hurried back to the hotel and bed in anticipation of an early start tomorrow.

    Song of the Day - The Voice by Ultravox

    NMA Song of the Day - Rivers by New Model Army.
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