It’s not every day that I get offered a tour in Romania. That would be weird. But that happened a few weeks back and now, here we are in Timisoura, after an agonising 15hrs of airport boredom.
Last night we should have been playing in a wonderful jazz club here. A club called ‘Jazzissimo’. Instead, we were just boarding our flight from glamorous Luton Airport, where Wizz Air had finally gotten us off the ground. So today I walked round to the club to check it out.
What a cool club!! A barrel vaulted room in the city walls, bricks hundreds of years old and resonating with the sound of last night, when a local band took our stage. I’m being cruel to myself, coming here to see where we should have played, the first gig of our brief tour.