Satch Bus, Hurtling Towards Somewhere, Italy.
Face Of The Beast II --
Beautiful sunshine.
The rhythm of the bus changed around seven this morning - usually, it's five - and this woke me. I rose just after nine after being awake for most of the interim. A little in-between sleep featured, once again, a disturbing dream. Strange, that this in-between sleep on the bottom bunk of the bus should feature disturbing dreams. As before, I didn't recognise the dream as coming from me.
11.04 Driving into Montacatini, italy.
11.41 The bus has circled the hotel several times in an attempt to find a place to park & let the passengers off. During one of these circles, down a narrow street in the town, the Satch Bus got stuck between two cars. Much honking after the Italian model as we sat, waiting a negotiated escape. And this was only one of the adventures.
14.35 Room With A View, Hotel Tired, Montacatini.
18.50 Pistoia.
Venue --
Venue: stage left --
A stunning town centre; an open air performance. If this were in England, it would be one of the towns to visit. Here, it is only one of many.
During our line check, John told me his toolkit had been stolen in Rome, at the venue where merchandising was also stolen. John thinks it likely that the thief believed the toolkit held John's computer. Pooey pooey.
"If we can define our aim, we are halfway to achieving it."
