10/14/96 The Arrival
- Chapter 4
After surviving what I call the Night of the Living BREAD,
we finally arrived in Johannesburg, South Africa. It only
took two flights; one across the U.S.; the other across the
Atlantic ocean and about twenty hours of confinement in a
metal tube we called an airplane. It was an exercise in endurance
to say the least. And of course, your body clock gets completely
screwed up. So when your body wants to sleep, your mind wants
to stay awake, but things have finally resynchronized. We
played our first two concert dates in Johannesburg, and the
audience was absolutely great.
I guess the Breadheads in South Africa have been waiting a
long time for this, and they certainly showed it with their
appreciation and overwhelming enthusiasm at the shows. So
far, what I've seen of South Africa reminds me of Southern
California. The climate and geography are almost identical.
And outside of the difference in language and dialects (and
the fact that they drive on the other side of the road) you
could be in Los Angeles or San Diego. Well, it's time for
me to go to our pre-concert soundcheck, so I will sign off
for now. But, as Arnold Schwarzeneggar would say, "I'll be
back."
The best from BREAD
Regards, Mike Botts :-)
