Showday: London Brixton Academy

The alarm went off around 7:30—eight solid hours of sleep, which felt like a good start to a touring day. Breakfast at the hotel was the usual English style, nothing fancy but decent enough.

Then came the first hit of chaos: we found out our merch truck was stuck at the Calais border. Not exactly the start we hoped for. Everyone was stressed, and we couldn't get in touch with the truck or the transport company.

So, we waited… and waited. Slowly, bits of information started coming in. Turns out our bus driver had never done this border crossing before and only speaks German, which didn’t help. He got released late and still had to take the ferry, so we were looking at a late-afternoon arrival at best.

Warrior training was a bit messy, too. New warriors joined, and I had a different position, which led to a few mistakes. But we rolled with it.

Thankfully, catering came through—absolutely amazing food. And somehow, everything ended up working out. The merch actually arrived during the Eivør show, and Gerrity and Yuri, along with the local crew, managed to pull out quite a lot in time. Days like that make me feel a bit shitty doing the double job—I wasn't around for the most stressful moments, and that sits heavy sometimes.

The show itself went well, despite my leg injuries. Taping and compression socks did their thing, though my feet were in pain afterward. I cooled them down as best I could.

Afterward, I helped load the truck and then headed to our only afterparty—at a bar called Brixton Jamm. It was a closed event, just for our guests, which made it extra special. We had a blast, especially when Mikael started DJing. I danced while seated to avoid overusing my feet. Finally made it to bed around 4:30, just before the buses were due to leave.Read more