Chicabombed Away in Turin (Complete)
Posted: 02 Jul 2009 00:35
Well, yes there was no show. Suuuuuuuuk! But, that doesn't mean there was no adventure. Or, no Stewart.
We begin today's tale this afternoon. I find hotel clerks to be a wealth of information as a rule (there are always exceptions (Basil Fawlty for example). I went down to ask the desk clerk, who are all nice young ladies here in Turin, about taking public transportation to Borgaro Torinese. I told her I was going to the Chicobum festival and was thinking of taking the bus but didn't know what time they stopped running at night. She smiled. I could tell, the bus wasn't the way to go from her expression. She said to cab it. Dagnabit Stewart! Why can't you play these festivals inside cities!? They can call and have a cab there for me in five minutes. Fine. I'm jiggy wid it. So, between that conversation and the time when I'm ready to leave the heaven's have opened up and apparently every-freakin-body in Turin has decided they need a cab. All the cab phone lines are busy. The clerk can't get thru. She keeps trying and I'm looking at my watch. But, I'm also thinking about yesterday and how long we stood around (Oh, BTW my first stop in Turin this morning was to a shoe store where I got a pair of shoes to save my feet. They are fugly! But, I didn't have much selection.) I figure there's probably nothing going on anyway. I finally decide to head over to the train station and get in the queue at the taxi stand. There's no freakin cabs there either, urgh. When I finally got one I told the guy where I wanted to go and he said no. He quits at 8. It was about 10 til. That ride will take too long. I said, "Well, who will take me? Will another driver?" I was starting to think no one wanted to go too far out of the city. Well, it was either my pathetic inquiry or maybe the guy behind me in line pissed him off, but the driver called me back and said he'd take me. So we side-swiped and hydroplaned all the way to Borgaro Torinese! Man these Italian drivers are craaaaaazy! (Not our Nutters of course)
This part of the park is basically an empty field that's had tents and booths set up with the stage down at the end in a fenced off area. Also based on yesterday I take time to grab a beer and a panini. I have never seen anything like this. The bread was about 4 inches across before it was heated and pressed. After wards it was about a 7 inch waffled 2-sided frisbee of ham and cheese. It hit the spot. I was able to stand in a covered pavilion and eat and watch it rain. It rained and rained and rained. People were looking up the definition of cubit and collecting lumber. Animals were lining themselves up two-by-two. Jagged flashes of lightning ran across the sky. It was a bleak site. But, people were still showing up. Not a ton of people, but a hardy bunch were. I had just gotten off the phone with Paola and turned around when I saw Stewart stride across the pavilion with 2 men. They stood and looked down the main thoroughfare, spoke a bit and strode off. It was then I began to wonder about the fate of the show.
For another 1 1/2 hours the crowd speculated on whether the show would be called. The one guard at the gate was nice and knew some English. He would tell me what he'd heard. Other guys said Stewart wasn't there (LIARS!) and another dude barked "I don't speak English!" Alrighty then. I knew if the show was cancelled it was for everyone's safety. But, it would still suck to have to miss it.
Let me get my jams on and brush my teeth and tell you about my favorite part of the night.
We begin today's tale this afternoon. I find hotel clerks to be a wealth of information as a rule (there are always exceptions (Basil Fawlty for example). I went down to ask the desk clerk, who are all nice young ladies here in Turin, about taking public transportation to Borgaro Torinese. I told her I was going to the Chicobum festival and was thinking of taking the bus but didn't know what time they stopped running at night. She smiled. I could tell, the bus wasn't the way to go from her expression. She said to cab it. Dagnabit Stewart! Why can't you play these festivals inside cities!? They can call and have a cab there for me in five minutes. Fine. I'm jiggy wid it. So, between that conversation and the time when I'm ready to leave the heaven's have opened up and apparently every-freakin-body in Turin has decided they need a cab. All the cab phone lines are busy. The clerk can't get thru. She keeps trying and I'm looking at my watch. But, I'm also thinking about yesterday and how long we stood around (Oh, BTW my first stop in Turin this morning was to a shoe store where I got a pair of shoes to save my feet. They are fugly! But, I didn't have much selection.) I figure there's probably nothing going on anyway. I finally decide to head over to the train station and get in the queue at the taxi stand. There's no freakin cabs there either, urgh. When I finally got one I told the guy where I wanted to go and he said no. He quits at 8. It was about 10 til. That ride will take too long. I said, "Well, who will take me? Will another driver?" I was starting to think no one wanted to go too far out of the city. Well, it was either my pathetic inquiry or maybe the guy behind me in line pissed him off, but the driver called me back and said he'd take me. So we side-swiped and hydroplaned all the way to Borgaro Torinese! Man these Italian drivers are craaaaaazy! (Not our Nutters of course)
This part of the park is basically an empty field that's had tents and booths set up with the stage down at the end in a fenced off area. Also based on yesterday I take time to grab a beer and a panini. I have never seen anything like this. The bread was about 4 inches across before it was heated and pressed. After wards it was about a 7 inch waffled 2-sided frisbee of ham and cheese. It hit the spot. I was able to stand in a covered pavilion and eat and watch it rain. It rained and rained and rained. People were looking up the definition of cubit and collecting lumber. Animals were lining themselves up two-by-two. Jagged flashes of lightning ran across the sky. It was a bleak site. But, people were still showing up. Not a ton of people, but a hardy bunch were. I had just gotten off the phone with Paola and turned around when I saw Stewart stride across the pavilion with 2 men. They stood and looked down the main thoroughfare, spoke a bit and strode off. It was then I began to wonder about the fate of the show.
For another 1 1/2 hours the crowd speculated on whether the show would be called. The one guard at the gate was nice and knew some English. He would tell me what he'd heard. Other guys said Stewart wasn't there (LIARS!) and another dude barked "I don't speak English!" Alrighty then. I knew if the show was cancelled it was for everyone's safety. But, it would still suck to have to miss it.
Let me get my jams on and brush my teeth and tell you about my favorite part of the night.