The Journey Itself Is Home

Happy Birthday Björk!

On behalf of the Wonderbrass, here is a little blog bit. We are terribly sorry about the lack of blogging, there is just a lot on our minds…

Everyone is now in a place they call home, for about 2 weeks, until the show in Mexico. Us girls had the most tiring trip home, possibly from the beginning of this whole tour. We had to take 3 planes in about 2 days, with a lot of prodding into our bags, bodies and whatnot. Not very surprising, coming from Colombia I guess.

S-America was amazing, we really enjoyed our quick sampling of it because of course we weren’t able to see much of each country, but we got the feel of them and know what we want to see more of later…

The last show in Colombia was one of the more strange, because we were so high above the sea (2700 meters I think) it started to affect some of us, f.e. Brynja got altitude sickness had to have oxygen by her side through all of the concert just to be able to actually stand up, let alone play. And half of us were dizzy afterwards and had to get some too.

And today is trumpet-Björk’s birthday, which will be celebrated in jet-lagginess and dirty clothes! Happy birthday Björk!

Buenos Aires was wonderful as expected and I did the two things I always wanted to do in Argentina: see real tango and eat at a real steakhouse. The tango was magnificent but unfortunately I didn’t participate. Many Argentinian toes would have been crushed. The steak melted in my mouth but poor Harpa ordered something from a sheep where the sun doesn’t shine. If you know what I mean.

On the second concert in Gran Rex we performed Human Behaviour for the first time on the Volta tour. The crowd seemed to love so therefore I’m happy.

Now we just arrived in Santiago in Chile and so far so good.

 Særún - French horn

Well, someone has to start. This will be a very unproffesional blog.
TIM festival is over now, on to Buenos Aires. Last night’s show was great, although the crowd was very far away, and I forgot to put on socks (bugs on the floor). Afterwards there was experimental hoochie dancing, which was very educating, and apparently entertaining to some.
The air-conditioning in this hotel room has made me sick, which is always fun. So I borrowed Númi’s boiling pan to make some lemon tea, and have to use a ladle to scoop the water out. haha. Not that anyone cares.

Bergrún, french horn.