Strange things tours. There are highs, lows. Good venues, bad venues. Nice hotels, awful hotels. You get the idea. It is now safe to say that this tour is not only ending in the nicest venue we've been to so far, it is the nicest town, with the nicest people, nicest audience's, nicest restaurants. Just plain swell.
Today we arrived to tea and bagels, our washing done, and 2 shows to do. The second was of particular interest as it is the first of two without Anna (you got that- the second show is the first of two without Anna, follow the path of serpents to the crystal kingdom and pat the goblin on your way up the crooked staircase). Anyway, I digress. Safe to say the shows were great. Despite being schools' shows which we approach with a fair amount of trepidation, the reactions were great, and despite the absence of our wonderful Stage Manager for show 2 all was good in our deep dark wood.
Speaking of my lovely wife she is now on a plane safely to Newark where she will change to another plane that will get her into Manchester, UK at 0730 GMT Saturday morning. From there she will have an espresso go to her Sister's wedding, maybe have a couple more espresso's before no doubt keeling over and sleeping for Britain. But the fact she can get there in the first place is a wonder in itself and I have to say I am gutted to not be with her.
Still we have another show tomorrow that is well sold and to the PUBLIC of all people. Then begins the long ride home. At the moment, as the crow flies, we are 3,275 miles from London. To get there however, we will journey 1,365 miles in our van to Minneapolis over 3 days. Then get a plane 1,054 miles south to Houston, Texas (3 hours) then get another plane 4,860 miles to London (10 hours). So a total travel time of 3 days 13 hours, traveling 7,279 miles to get to somewhere currently half that distance from us in over 3 times the time. All of this after 2 and half months on the road traveling 10,447 miles so far. (Got that tour bookers?) Our average speed from tomorrow til we get home is 85mph.
But who cares about statistics. Who cares about extra wages to be paid for the long journey home, the extra hotel bills, the extra petrol money, who cares I tell you. All that matters is right now I am sat in a homely hotel opposite a mechanical Santa who's arm moves rather worryingly up and down in the nicest town this side of the Atlantic.
Still smiling
Alan
State lines crossed 6 (55 Total) - It should be noted that to get from venue to hotel we cross from New Hampshire into Vermont and then back into New Hampshire again
Time Zones crossed 0 (3 Total)
Oil Changes 0 (3 Total)
Friday, 5 December 2008
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'Swell' ha ha.
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