BAD CHOPPER TOUR IN SOUTH AMERICA IN AUGUST,
Bad Chopper was touring in South America in August, 2008. See details
of the tour
Bad Chopper line-up at this tour was:
CJ Ramone: vocals and bass
Brian Costanza: guitar
John Evicci: drums
This story is written by John Evicci
and you can find this with lot more photos and some videos etc. from this
location from Bad Chopper site. I wanted this to be
archived also on my site and John Evicci gave permission for that.
Btw, check out also other stories of John Evicci's trips here.
John Evicci's story of tour begin:
This is a tour journal I kept on the road during Bad Chopper's tour of
South America in August of 2008. A special thank you to all the people
who made this trip possible and helped us out along the way: Mariano
Asch, Caca Prates, Vera Kikuti, Marcio Faveri, Mariano Perez, plus all
the local show promoters in each city. Also, thanks to all the fans who
sent in their pictures and uploaded their videos.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 8 : SAO PAULO (BRAZIL)
We landed in Sao Paulo yesterday morning from an overnight flight from
New York. I am chronically unable to sleep on planes so I picked up a
bottle of rum in the airport to help me doze off. Ended up finishing
off the whole thing and crashed out for a few hours, but paid for it the
next day. Marcio and Vera brought us to our hotel where we had a few
hours to relax before the day's activities were to start. CJ had an
interview with Show Livre, then we went to rehearse one last time at a
local studio, then CJ did another interview. We capped the night off
with an excellent dinner at a churrascaria (Brazilian barbecue
restaurant) where literally a parade of meat is constantly brought
around you and is sliced off the skewer for each individual as they want
it. It was all fabulous. The caipirinhas (Brazil's national cocktail,
made with cachaca sugar, and lime) were good as well.
We've been having the craziest weather back home this summer.
Gargantuan thunderstorms nearly every day with deluges and violent
thunder and lightening. Even a couple of tornadoes, which are virtually
unheard of in our region of the country. Yesterday we had a similar
thunderstorm here, but Vera tells us that they've had no rain for like
the past month-and-a-half. It's now raining again today. It appears
we've brought the crazy weather with us. Well, first gig of the tour
tonight. It's 8/8/08. CJ says 888 is a lucky number. Hope he's right.
We fucking need some good luck after the ordeal that preceded our
departure (don't ask). Hope the show goes well tonight. We didn't even
get to do the set twice at rehearsal like I hoped we would. Still, we
sound OK. We'll see.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 9 : SAO PAULO (BRAZIL)
Yesterday was a long day. We did an autograph signing session at the
London Calling record store, which seemed more heavily attended than I
remember it being when we did the same thing there back in 2001. Good
to know the Ramones' beloved status hasn't waned here. From there we
went straight to the gig at O Kazebre, a really cool outdoor venue way
out on the outskirts of Sao Paulo. Kazebre means something like "log
cabin" and, true to its name, the place is all constructed of wooden
logs. One gets the feeling they're in Wyoming or Montana instead of
Brazil. Very, very cool venue with two stages, a full kitchen, food &
drink vendors, and some other stuff I didn't even really have the time
to investigate. Great sound system and backline too. Just a fucking
Attendance, unfortunately, more than likely suffered due to the fact
that it pretty much rained all day. We suffered due to the fact that
there were 7 bands on the bill and the show didn't get started until
23:00! We didn't start our set until 3:00! It was a long fucking
night. MTV did a quick interview with us backstage. From what I could
tell we played quite well. I couldn't hear CJ & Brian all that well,
but it sounded good from where I was. I have no idea what the crowd was
really like due to my usual focusing on my task and also due to some
pretty heavy fog machine action. We did one encore and got through our
whole basic set. All in all, a very satisfactory first show and start
to the tour.
We didn't get back to the hotel until about 6:00 and we had to get up at
9:00 to be here at the airport for our flight to our next show in
Cascavel. I've heard horror stories about these small internal South
American flights and I'm not all that gallant about flying even on big
commercial flights. I was really shocked to learn upon arrival that
we're flying between pretty much every show, from what I can tell.
Guess I'll either get used to it or go home with a hole in my
SUNDAY, AUGUST 10 : CASCAVEL, CURITIBA
Yesterday's flight was no problem. It wasn't on some little puddle
jumper like I expected. It was a regular plane. We flew into Foz Do
Iguacu on the tri-border with Argentina and Paraguay. It's the location
of what I understand to be some pretty spectacular waterfalls. Much to
my disappointment, we didn't have time to visit it, though. The gig was
in Cascavel, a good two-hour drive northeast. We were all expecting it
to be a small town in the middle of nowhere. It turned out to be a
really cool, respectable-sized city in the middle of nowhere. We
unloaded our shit at the hotel and then went to do another autograph
signing at a local record store then went and did sound check at the
venue. Amazingly, we sold the last of the vinyl LPs we brought with us
at the signing. It's a shame we didn't have the ability to bring lots
more with us.
The venue, Master Music Hall is a smallish, blocky concrete room. Looks
very much like an auto garage turned into a rock club. The gig was
pretty good. Not quite as good as O Kazebre, but not bad either. We
got back pretty late again even though there was only one opening band
that night. Got up, drove back to Foz Do Iguacu, and flew straight here
to Curitiba. We leave for the club in about a half hour. So far so
MONDAY, AUGUST 11 : CURITIBA, PORTO ALEGRE
Last night's gig in Curitiba was fucking intense. Not a lot of people,
but overflowing with enthusiasm. The show started relatively early so
by the time we flew into town there was no time for us to sound check.
Luckily the sound onstage came together with no problem. In fact, it
was better than the previous two nights. We played really well and the
crowd was super into it, which really bolstered our spirits. During the
final song, R.A.M.O.N.E.S., people rushed on stage and chaos ensued.
The guitar and bass were alternately cut off and the crowd of course
took over the vocals. Amazingly, my drums remained undisturbed so I was
able to maintain at least a semblance of the song throughout. It was an
incendiary ending to a great show.
So, we flew into Porto Alegre today around 14:00. Checked into the
hotel then did a round of press. First a radio interview, then a
newspaper interview, then two TV shows. Pretty exciting. I was
expecting it to be kinda cold here as it was on the cool side yesterday
and this is further south, but the weather here is absolutely fucking
gorgeous. After the crappy weather we got during our first two days
here, I was afraid it would plague us, but that doesn't seem to be the
case. The promoters are expecting a much better turnout here (in
numbers, that is) than last night. Like I told someone last night,
though, it's quality, not quantity that matters. If we could have a
tour full of Curitiba's that would be a fine thing indeed.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 15 : PORTO ALEGRE (BRAZIL), BUENOS
Phew, I have a lot of catching up to do. Amazing how little free time I
have to write, or do anything for that matter. OK, so, on our night off
in Porto Alegre we went out to a rock club just to have something to do.
There was a very respectable turnout for a Monday night. At the end of
the night, after all the bands had played, CJ & I jumped up on stage to
play a few songs with some local musicians (Brian, or should I say Gus,
had retired earlier in the evening). It was a good time for a Monday
The show the following night in Porto Alegre was OK. We didn't get
quite the expected turnout, but no one's complaining. Hoping to
recapture the Curitiba experience, CJ invited people onstage at the end
of the set for R.A.M.O.N.E.S. It got a bit out of hand. There had to
be like 25-30 people up there. It was a clusterfuck. This was our last
show in Brazil and we wanted to celebrate. Backstage we found this old
bottle of Jagermeister and knocked it off. Between that and all the
rest of the beer and wine and whatnot, we all got totally fucking
trashed and ended the night hanging out in CJ & Gene's room.
The next day we bid fond adieu to Vera & Caca at the airport. Our plane
was late so we got to enjoy an extended goodbye. We got into Buenos
Aires around 14:00. There was a ton of press scheduled for the
remainder of the day, like 9 interviews or some crazy shit. Thankfully,
CJ said we didn't need to do it if we wanted to hang back and get to bed
early, which we definitely did. There's no point in us being there
anyway. So Brian and I went out to eat and get some drumsticks (people
keep stealing them from me) and walk a bit around the city before
turning in early for the night to try and finally get a solid night's
rest. Our room here at Hotel Napoleon was not very good. It was
positively tiny, the door to the bathroom didn't close and the
temperature was controlled by the front desk. Probably the worst hotel
room I've ever stayed in up to that point. I was up the whole fucking
night. Not because of the room, but because of other factors. It was
hell. Absolutely miserable. Amazing you can be that tired and still
not be able to sleep.
The following morning we had to get up super early to catch our flight
to Chile. I was bummed to find a heavy overcast sky and fog when we
landed. Couldn't see hardly any of the amazing scenery. Not that it
would've done us much good if the weather had been clear. Couldn't see
shit from the van and I asked the guys in charge three times if we could
stop somewhere just for a few seconds to see something and maybe get a
picture or two of the incredible Andes mountains. "Oh yeah, OK," they
kept saying, but they never did. Humorously, we stayed at Hotel
Bonaparte, but aside from the name, it couldn't have been more different
than Hotel Napoleon. Where Napoleon was possibly the worst hotel I had
stayed in, this was probably the best. This place was fucking paradise.
We had separate, very spacious rooms. Everyone there looked like a
model. I felt like I was in a real life Benson & Hedges advertisement.
The show was at this place called Rockola, which had a ridiculously high
stage. The crowd was relatively small but they made up for it with
their enthusiasm. All in all, a very good show.
We had to get up really early again the following day to fly to Uruguay.
Customs nabbed us at the airport when we landed and found our tour
shirts. Despite the local promoter insuring us that this wouldn't be a
problem, it was. Fortunately, however, they let us go after
confiscating a few shirts and CDs as booty, thus avoiding a lengthy
delay and hefty fines. We're now in Montevideo, Uruguay. Just got back
from soundcheck and a meet-and-greet/autograph signing at a music
We're staying at this old hotel from the '30s called Hotel Los Angeles.
More like Hotel California. We've checked in, but I'm not sure we'll
check out. This place is creepy as all fuck! It's not at all an
exaggeration to say that this place is straight out of a nightmare.
Everything's dingy, old, musty, and ornate in that creepy
turn-of-the-century way. The ceilings are like 5 feet too high, painted
black, and the smell of death permeates everywhere. The furniture, the
paintings on the walls, the paint itself even, all emanate this subtle
but overwhelming effect of dreadful horror.
To make it even worse, the hallways are not constantly lit. The lights
are on motion sensors, so when you emerge from your room, the hallway is
dark. Then, as you proceed, the individual pale, yellowish lights click
on briefly before quickly shutting off again. Our rooms are at the far
end of a series of these incomprehensibly-arranged hallways.
(Seriously, this place must have been designed by a madman.) This is
the quintessential place where you expect to see some kind of fucking
apparition as you turn a corner. And it's not just me who feels this
way. CJ and Brian are also creeped out. The 6 floors are serviced by
this cramped little elevator that runs up a caged shaft. Right before
it comes to a halt it makes this sort of extended howling sound that
sounds like some kind of fucking evil spirit. Random pool-shaped stains
darken the already dark carpets. CJ even noticed a small patch of dark
red spots on the front of our wardrobe that looked like blood
We were all laughing our asses off at all of this when we first showed
up, but this is absolutely a bone-chillingly creepy fucking place. I
can't imagine that these rooms have not borne witness to scores of
murders and suicides over their near-80-year existence. There's so much
malevolent energy oozing out of every facet of this place it's not even
funny. If we don't get pretty lit up tonight I don't think it's
possible we could get any sleep. And I shit you not about this, and
this is possibly the creepiest thing of all... I had made this Hotel
California reference to Brian as I was leaving our room to come down
here to write in the reception area (he's watching TV so I figured I'd
be able to concentrate better down here). There was a radio playing
nearby and I shit you not, as soon as I sat down a snippet of Hotel
California came on. Not the whole song. They must've used just a bit
of it in some kind of commercial or promotional thing, but it came on
just as I sat down to write. My blood ran cold. I moved shortly after
to this private conference room to get away from the noise in the
reception area. Maaan...
Anyway, we're going to eat in a half hour. Hopefully the show goes well
tonight. Who knows what to expect from fucking Uruguay? As long as we
make it out of this hotel with our lives and our sanity I'll be
SATURDAY, AUGUST 16 : MONTEVIDEO
Last night's show in Montevideo was at this huge venue called Compeljo
Troya. The show was well-attended and we played well from what I could
tell. The crowd was a bit weird, though. At times they seemed really
into it, and at other times, key times, they just dropped the ball, like
they were either confused or lacking an attention span. Mariano Perez,
who filmed the Do It To Me video, met us there and started filming us.
He's gonna be with us for the remainder of the tour. During the middle
of our set, while he was up front filming us, someone in the crowd
pissed on the poor guy's leg! Fucking unbelievable. Talking with
Mariano (Asch, the tour manager), he told me he's been pissed on by
drunk audience members several times, including once on the head! I was
speechless. I've never heard of such a thing.
Got back to the horror hotel around 3:00. I pounded some whiskey,
augmenting my night's existing alcohol intake in order to insure a sound
rest amidst the disquieting surroundings. Got up around 6:00 against
every fiber of my being, took the van to the bus station, took a bus to
Colonia, now we're on the ferry from Colonia to Buenos Aires. The
remaining 5 shows of the tour are all in Argentina. Tonight's show is
going to be recorded for a possible DVD release. I hope we play well.
That shit always makes me nervous and distracted.
SUNDAY, AUGUST 17 : BUENOS AIRES
Got into Buenos Aires, checked back into the beautiful, non-creepy Hotel
Napoleon, then went to get a replacement bass case for CJ after his got
busted up in Uruguay. After sound check Brian and I took a cab back to
the hotel while CJ hung back at the venue to sign autographs and shit.
Our cab driver took the long way in an attempt to avoid non-existent
traffic so, ironically, CJ & company actually ended up getting back to
the hotel before us.
By this time, around 17:00, I hadn't eaten anything all day except a bag
of Cheetos. I was fucking starving and I was becoming extremely
agitated with how long and protracted every move we were making took.
We eventually went out to eat but by the time we did that and had a
shower we only had maybe a half hour before we had to be on our way back
to the venue for our early set time of 21:30. We were all running on
fumes at that point, having hardly gotten any rest for days. Not a good
way to enter in to the biggest, most important show of the tour and the
only one that's going to be fully documented.
The turnout was really fucking good. Like 2-3 times more than the last
time we played here and at a much, much nicer venue. Needless to say, I
was pretty fucking nervous. Much to my relief, aside from a few minor
flubs, and an extremely narrowly-avoided total fuckup of Main Man, I
played fine. Thank god. We even added 1965 & Neat Neat Neat back into
the set, which I was happy about (they were cut from the set earlier in
After our set, CJ went onstage with some people from the opening bands
and did a handful of Ramones songs (he also did this in Montevideo).
After the last song, he surprised everyone by diving over the barrier
and into the crowd. He was quickly pulled down and swallowed by the
writhing mass of people. As I was standing on the edge of the stage
watching all this, a few people in the crowd noticed me and pleaded with
me for my drumsticks, twisting their arms out to me with fanatical
urgency. I couldn't imagine what it was like in that mob for CJ. I
don't think he remembers it himself that clearly, but he said he was
pulled to the floor and that people were actually standing on him at one
point. He saw spots and was probably close to blacking out. Amazingly,
the security staff didn't fucking do shit. Gene had to jump in there
and extract him himself! Brian noticed security's inaction and also
assisted. Unbelievable. Luckily he got out OK. I was imagining people
getting trampled, injured, possibly killed. Again, if they were so
ravenous for my sticks, I couldn't imagine what they were doing to him.
He was a bit banged up but came out relatively unscathed. Incredibly,
his shirt wasn't even fully ripped off.
Backstage was the usual crowded mass of fans getting autographs and
pictures with Brian and I trying not to get in the way. At the in-store
in Montevideo, as Brian and I were sitting on either side of CJ as he
received his usual parade of fans, Brian observed that we were like his
elves and should be handing out candy canes to the fans after they got
their autographs. Too fucking funny, but so true. After the chaos
backstage they whisked us straight into "La Cueva" and took us back to
the hotel. What a fucking night.
We're driving around in this guy Adrian's chopped-up, tricked-out boogie
van (which we took to calling La Cueva due to its windshield decals).
As we were driving to sound check, we heard this weird noise and smelled
something burning. The thing broke down just as we were turning onto
the street of the club and literally coasted up to within a few feet of
where we were to load in. Today we're driving to Rosario, which is like
a 4-5 hour drive. The thing just broke down again. Alternator belt or
something. There are 9 of us in here, plus all our luggage and gear and
shit. All I can think of is us blowing a tire and crashing. That would
be almost certain death in this beast. For some reason I'm uneasy in
here now. We're also supposed to take this on another long drive
tomorrow to Cordoba. At this point I'm hoping it breaks down for good
and we can ride in a proper van, or hell, even cars. Anyway, I'm
relieved the Buenos Aires show is out of the way and I played well.
That's a big load off my mind. From here on it's low pressure.
MONDAY, AUGUST 18 : ROSARIO (ARGENTINA)
Last night's show in Rosario was really good. Smallish club, but the
place was packed and into it. After Buenos Aires this was our biggest
show. We did 3 encores, one more than usual, which required us to pull
out the heretofore unplayed "I Just Want To Have Something To Do".
After the usual parade of fans backstage we went back to the hotel. CJ
& Brian went straight to bed. I went out with some of the guys,
determined to get some fucking action. At the moment we're driving to
Cordoba. I got to sit up front and actually use my PDA, which is
nothing short of a miracle.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 19 : CORDOBA (ARGENTINA)
Well, the ol' Cueva didn't make it to Cordoba. First the water pump
went, but they were able to jerry rig that. Then the alternator cooling
fan blades sheared in half as we were cruising down the highway. Half
of it we heard bounce off something and go flying down the road. The
other half was shot straight into the floor of the front seat between
Gene's feet. It made it about a third of the way through the floor. If
it had some more velocity it very well could've shot up through there
and killed him!
We had a good couple hours before another ride could be arranged.
Fortunately the weather was beautiful and we killed time by playing
target practice with rocks and trash, sharpened-stick-throwing, and just
general foolishness. We amused ourselves and had a good time on the
side of the road in the middle of nowhere, but unfortunately this killed
any chance we had of going to the nearby Che Guevara museum and/or
getting any rest. By the time we got to Cordoba I was feeling the
affects of the previous night's excursion, plus the hours standing
around in the hot roadside sun. I was fucking exhausted. We weren't to
go on until around 1:00, but as usual, by the time we soundchecked,
checked into the hotel, got some dinner, and had a shower, I ended up
having only like 30 minutes to lay down and relax. It's incredible how
every free moment seems to somehow get eaten up. Seems our only time to
relax is when we're flying or driving somewhere, which is the only time
I can find to write, so I get virtually no rest. CJ, Brian, and Gene
all got massages at the hotel before the show.
After getting a precious few moments to lie down and close my eyes,
we're picked up by a couple taxis and whisked to the venue where we
pretty much go right on. Between equipment problems, a bad sound, and,
according to CJ, a lousy audience reaction, he decides to skip all but
four Bad Chopper songs to try to, as he said, get the agony over with as
soon as possible. We do one encore before sequestering ourselves
downstairs. The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. Definitely
the worst show of the tour so far.
Today there's no show, just travel. We flew back to Buenos Aires this
morning, went out for a really great
lunch during the layover, now we're flying to Neuquen. When we land
there at around 18:00 we have a 5-hour drive to Bariloche, our
southernmost show, deep in the heart of Patagonia. We'll be lucky to
arrive before midnight. Heck of a day off, eh? Well, at least we'll
have all day before the show tomorrow to see something of Bariloche,
which everyone says is really beautiful. Now to get a little rest
before touching down in Neuquen.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 20 : NEUQUEN, BARILOCHE
We got into Neuquen to find not only our ride late, but the van that was
supposed to take us to Bariloche was mysteriously absent (still don't
know why). So, three vehicles were arranged to cart us and our luggage
down here. We got here around midnight. The third vehicle (with the
remainder of our luggage) arrived at some ungodly hour in the morning.
The ride down here was a white knuckle death ride. We're all in a rush,
sure, and we certainly appreciated getting here as early as possible,
but it wouldn't do us much good if we arrived dead. Guy was driving way
too fast down these narrow, winding, dark, sometimes wet mountain roads,
often taking turns in the oncoming lane. Needless to say, I couldn't
relax and it was a long ass drive. 5 hours. I got a sense, though,
that we were entering a very interesting region, concealed at the moment
in a cloak of darkness. Out of that 5 hour drive, about 95% of it
seemed completely wild with not a hint of human habitation. At one
point on such a stretch, Mariano Perez drew my attention to the stars
above. I've never seen the like before, both in quantity and clarity.
Even from within the car it was amazing. I can't imagine what it must
look like if you were laying down out there in complete darkness, eyes
fully adjusted to the night. I of course had heard that the stars are
much more profuse in the southern hemisphere due to it's orientation
towards the galactic center, but I was still shocked.
Anyway, we get here around midnight. As with every time we stay at a
really nice hotel (Porto Alegre, Santiago, Cordoba) the following
night's hotel is on the opposite end of the spectrum (Buenos Aires,
Montevideo, Bariloche). Rooms are tiny here, the bathroom door doesn't
close, and the room is uncomfortably hot even with the heat turned off
and the window open, almost exactly like the hotel in Buenos Aires,
except this is a little worse. I didn't make the same mistake I made
that first night in Buenos Aires. I got a double shot of whisky at the
bar to insure sleep. Worked like a charm. Got up early, albeit with
difficulty, this morning, got breakfast, and even got my writing done
before anyone else is even up.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 21 : BARILOCHE (AR)
Made the most of our free time yesterday. I got up early and walked
around the city for a couple hours before the other guys got up. Walked
down by the lake and down the main shopping street. This is a very,
very cool city. Very touristy, but cool nonetheless. When I went back
to the hotel I was given the message that we've moved to the next hotel
over: the much, much nicer Panamericano. So, I gladly hoofed my shit
We then went to the club for a radio/TV interview. We sat on the stage
of the club with a translator and people in the audience asked
questions. We then walked around town as a group, then headed back to
the venue for a fantastic lunch of lamb. Some of us then went on a trip
up to a mountain top called Cerro Otto. We rode gondolas up to this
rotating café at the top of the mountain. The views up there were
spectacular and the slowly-rotating cafe was sublime.
Came back to the hotel, made a quick call home, went to soundcheck, came
back here, took a shower, back to the club, had dinner, then played.
Brian and I were both expecting the show to suck. We got a sense that
the crowd was thin and unexcited. We couldn't have been more wrong.
The place was packed and they went fucking nuts. Still not quite as
good as Curitiba, but damn close. I was totally and pleasantly shocked.
We played well and got a really good response.
Partied pretty late into the night back at the hotel. This morning CJ
rented a dirtbike and drove around some nearby trails. He just got back
and we have to leave soon. Got a long drive back to Neuquen and
hopefully we can stop at a place or two on the way for some sightseeing.
I don't think anyone's expecting much out of Neuquen. It's our last
show, though, so we should just tear it up no matter what.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 22 : NEUQUEN (ARGENTINA)
The ride back to Neuquen was interminable, made not only tolerable, but
a highlight of the
entire tour due to the unbelievable scenery and a detour to Traful, an
enormous lake nestled in some incredibly beautiful surroundings with a
nice little village to serve travelers and campers. We had lunch there,
and even though the wait was ridiculous, it was worth it to linger there
for a while longer. I had suspected the landscape we traversed the
other night in darkness was something special, but I did not expect it
to be as mind-blowing as it was. I felt like I was in Iceland because
every corner we turned, every angle you looked at any given scene from,
was picture worthy. Unlike on the ride down where we were crammed into
cars, for the ride back Mariano arranged a minibus and it was incredibly
spacious. I had the front seat all to myself and the large windows
provided the perfect vantage point from which to take pictures. And I
did. Lots of them. I must've looked like a lunatic up there snapping
pictures every 5 seconds, but I couldn't help it. Everything was just
So, we got into Neuquen really late, around 22:30. We didn't even have
time to take showers or anything. Just checked into the hotel and went
straight to the gig which wasn't at a club, but rather some type of
building I couldn't classify. They had a big room with a stage, and a
kitchen backstage with a huge brick oven, but also other rooms that
reminded me of a school or something. I don't know. It may have been
some kind of public hall or something. Anyway, we get there and pretty
much get to business setting up. No soundcheck as the place was already
packed. We had to just get up and play.
As with Bariloche, I wasn't expecting much from this town that I knew
absolutely nothing about and that seemed obscure at best, but when I
heard them going wild before the show, I knew it was gonna be another
good one. We played well and the crowd was great. Maybe not quite as
good as Bariloche, but almost. Certainly a satisfactory ending to the
tour. Backstage, CJ held court with his usual throng of fans. There
was no end-of-tour celebration. No big party or anything. Just went
back and went to bed. Kinda disappointing.
We flew back to Buenos Aires this morning where CJ & Brian are flying
home from tonight. I'm staying an extra 5 days and taking a trip down
south to do some sightseeing in El Calafate and Ushuaia (the
southernmost city in the world). There were no long, lingering
goodbyes. Just a pat on the back, good luck & bon voyages. Mariano
took my two checked bags and I took my carry-ons and now I'm on my own.
My flight to El Calafate leaves in about an hour. I have nothing
arranged down there. Going totally blind and without reservations
anywhere. I was planning on staying at the cheapest place possible, but
now I think I might spring for at least something above a hostel.
Couldn't shower since Bariloche, and I got totally fucked out of getting
my laundry done. Hopefully everything works out down
This story is written by John Evicci
and you can find this with lot more photos and some videos etc. from this
location from Bad Chopper site. I wanted this to be
archived also on my site and John Evicci gave permission for that.
Btw, check out also other stories of John Evicci's trips
Go back to main
page of my site.