11h05: aboard the bus. I even bought a cold beer so I can't be dying that much. Our guide Ole is so wasted from yesterday that it's a fucking joke but a very entertaining one. There are fewer people in the Maiden bus home than on the way down there??? Maybe a few of ze metalheads died at Wacken? Well, never mind... :)
11h35: second beer and Maiden on the speakers. Not bad at all. It smells like a festival toilet in the bus. Probably just our clothes, hair and shoes. Having fun reading my former posts learning that I actually went to the biergarten one night? Can't remember it. Anybody got a photo that can prove it? I also learned that some of the K.I.A.s actually didn't die. One broke his leg in the tricky ditches on the camping ground. Good advice: wear military boots at all times! The other lost person broke his hand. It's a tough job being a Wackener but some motherfuckers gotta hold the danish flag high and proud and scream with ze germanischen metalheads.

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