Showday: Warsaw

We arrived in Poland after an incredibly long drive, knowing this load-in would be tough—lots of stairs, and only stairs. Thankfully, the local crew helped out. The merch spot was great, with plenty of room and a nice pinboard, and setting up sales was smooth, especially since the venue provided us with some extra cashflow.

The food wasn’t my favorite, but at least it was healthy.

I love the Polish crowd—they’re always so excited and dedicated. We did a signing session, and I’ve never seen so many people after a show on this tour! The energy was wild, with people screaming when Sylvaine and Eivør came out.

We had planned a big party for the night, and it didn’t disappoint! Everyone was in great spirits, and Mikael was on point with his famous gin and tonics, doubling as our DJ.

But at around 3 a.m., when the bus was supposed to leave, Arthur, our driver, panicked—he couldn’t find his bus card. He freaked out, accusing Konrad, our new Polish driver, which led to a heated argument. At one point, Eivør didn’t even want to leave. Eventually, Arthur calmed down, and the bus company gave him the green light to go. So, we kept the party going until early morning, devouring a ridiculous amount of crisps and popcorn.

Just as Per, Mattias, Gwenaël, and I were about to call it a night, we made a pit stop at a gas station and spotted a McDonald’s sign. Naturally, we had to go see if we could get fries—and we did! After even grabbing a Subway sandwich, I went to bed, tipsy but content.

Meanwhile, our second bus driver mysteriously left without telling anyone. Apparently, there’s a black market for those bus cards, but who knows what really happened!Læs mere