A few shots of Tovarna Rog, the squat we played. Apparently this squat used to be an old bicycle factory. In addition to the HUGE show space, they had a locals-only skatepark, some apartments and a dance club. Again, the whole squat was powered by diesel generators.
Cafe Trotsky, the squatted world-music dance club at Tovarna Rog. The sign said they were open from 8 PM to 8 AM every night and I absolutely believe them.
Rich the Wizard Hippy casts a spell over Tovarna Rog.
So long, Ljubljana!
To get to Austria, we'd have to drive through the Alps again.
Tom Peckett behind the wheel in Slovenia.
Alps!
We had to pull over for a few minutes to give our brakes a rest as we were coming down through the Alps. Luke enjoys the roadside scenery.
Again, I swear I'm having more fun that it looks like.
Finally in Vienna!
Here's Blakfish playing in Vienna. The show was fun, if not very well attended.
After the show, we stayed at the promoter's parents' house, about half an hour outside Vienna.
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