When we got to Macae, I started thinking. How the hell did we end up here? Does anyone know who we are? Later in the evening (a friday night I think), the place was packed with a dressed up audience, who really appreciated our music and musicianship. Among the 400 people in the audience, I guess approximately 30-50 persons were fans, the rest were just curious. It's probably not everyday a swedish band plays in their town. After the show it felt like we really won over some new fans and we managed to make a nice evening for everyone. After 8 hours in a steaming hot Toyota Hiace bus, we were back in Rio and immediately started the compulsory soundcheck, which ended up a catastrophy. I like to hope that we in the end, managed to get a sound that at least reminded a little bit of TFK. In my mind, the show in the evening did'nt felt any better, so let's get on with the partying.
Boys night in Rio!? After a monster sleep at the hotel, we had a combined breakfast/lunch/dinner at a restaurant in Copacabana. After that, me Michael and Robert left Roine and Jaime with the Brazilian team to explore Rio De Janeiro on our own. In Rio they have some "like" just a whole in the wall, kind of pubs. It actually feels like you're standing in the middle of the street with your Capirinha and there's people and cars everywhere. We did a couple of those to enjoy the street life of Rio, before we ended the evening at a night club, which I think was in Ipanema. It was'nt like the typical tourist place, I guess it was almost only locals, or people from the neighbourhood who was there. As soon as we entered the place, the girls looked at us and smiled. Unfortunately the lads in the club did'nt look at us with a smile. They probably thought , what are these gringos doing here? After a couple of refreshing Gin and Tonics, I said to Mike, I have to go and take a leak, will you guard me outside the restroom? Said and done. I went in, it was me and maybe 5 more guys in there. After maybe a minute, one of the toilets was vacant. I remember when I shut the door, I thought Jesus what a thin door and on the inside it was a big mirror (don't ask me why?) Anyway after the job was done, I gently pushed the door, but the mirror cracked with an awful sound. One second after that, running into the gentlemens room, I could see Michael, looking just like Mike Tyson who's ready for the final knockout hit. God! What a great bodyguard he would be!