The End

So now its over, for this time. South America, we had an AWESOME time and as a final token we want to share some of the moments from the tour with you.



Catch you on the flip side!

/Somber

Cordoba, Rosario and Buenos Aires

We blazed off into the night, heading down to Cordoba for our next show. We arrived early the next day were less than joyfull when we learnd that we had to drag our luggage six blocks in the burning sun. Though apon arriving at the hotel we found that they supplied two free Street-Fighter arcade machines, and there was much rejoicing (Yayy). Needless to say, all our of time in Cordoba were spent around these two machines. Although we were forced to a quick recess as a sand storm hit the city for about an hour.

After an amazing show at four in the morning in Cordoba(Thanks for the meat!), we spent yet another day with the arcade machines and then contiuned on to Rosario.

When we arrvied in Rosario we were told to wait for the very nice promoter who was fast enough to only let us wait for 2 hours before only calling us and ask us to find cabs ourselfs. The promotor and his very hairy back met up with outside our hotel. Our hotel this time consisted of an awesome top-floor apartment and from there on out, everything changed for the better.

Later that night we had yet another amazing show at four and met up with some really peculiar people(Alla heter Glenn i Göteborg!). Bigs ups to Romina and her friends for showing us such a good time. After a few hours of sleep with took our final bus trip down to Buenos Aires.

Buenos Aires was really impressive city and even though the promoter we worked with sucked, we got to stay at the best hostel of the entire tour. Huge thanks to the staff of Hostel Rayuela(Sitt, Luna, Sitt!). After having two Buenos Aires shows cancelled, one of them in La Plata, and whole of Uruguay we managed book a show of our own at a local metal festival.
Having booked the show at the last minute, no one knew we were playing so when we started our first song the room was empty(Except for Stickan and his crew!). Though when we struck the last chord of the show and were forced of the stage, the room had become packed. As this were our last show of the tour we were extremly greatful to have been able to end the tour like this.

Thats it for this year folks! Thanks to all our fans, all the awesome promtors(and a big fuck you to the bad ones!), Daniel aka Stickan, Berzerker, JCs family and the rest of Cali, Zavier, Demonica and family, The Arequipa-crew, the Swiss, the Germans, the Swedes, P & P in Buenos Aires and last but not least, everone we forgott.

Cheers!
/Somber



Carl rejoicing


Pontus and Computer


"Yes, we are all insane!"


Warming up!


Rosario


Rosario


Rosario


"Who? Me? You?"


John dreaming of beauty!


Lets go to HAMMERFEST!


The final adventures of Robin the Roadie!


Buenos Aires


Rockin the Roxy!


"Mmmmm!"

Oruro and the immigration police

After La Paz my memory is blurry but we somehow made it to Oruro to play our second gig in Bolivia. Everything went well the first hours in the city and we were chilling in our hotel room when we heard a familiar knock.
Outside our door we had not one but four immigration cops. They told us there had been a mistake with our visas and after a few hours we got a call from our tour manager (from the police station where they held him) that we had to leave the country directly or else we were to be deported to Sweden.
"that sucks".
Then they tried tricking us into playing the show anyway by offering some corrupt solution to our problem, but it was so see-through it was ridiculous. They wanted us to pay them money, play the show, get arrested, pay more money and then finaly get deported anyway.

We had to cancel the show in Oruro.

After all this we managed to pull off a good show in Cochabamba (I hope the people that came for the Oruro show got a second chance to see us there). Thanks for a great show and cool "local".
From Cochabamba we went back to Oruro and caught a train going straight to Villazon.

Villazon seemed to be located in a desert, there was sand everywhere. We checked in to the hotel, got drunk and went to a local arcade where we schooled everyone in street fighter.. or maybe we just screamed louder. Either way we had a great time in Villazon until we saw the stage we were supposed to play.
I believe they had put a couple of tables together and then put random pieces of wood on top.. so it was basicly like playing a show on the backs of running cattle. The entire drumkit was moving (even though we had nailed it to the "stage") and if Pontus stepped on the wrong board my drumthrone would tilt and that made for some fun vertical drumming.
After the show we continued having a good time of course and crashed a high school prom (sorry about that one)

The next day: HANGOVER.
Our beloved tourmanager Daniel woke us up at 8am (after 1.3 hours of sleep) and dragged us to the border of Argentina which happened to be 5 blocks away. We stod in line for acouple of hours and got our bags checked throughly. When they were done sniffing our dirty laundry and asking what a drumstick is we made it to our bus just 1 hour late.
7 hours later we arrived in Salta just in time to see the last two bands play their shows before us. The promoters in Salta kicked ass, they were on time, in the right place, had food and everything ready for us. PROPS!
We played a great show in front of a sold-out venue! Great venue, great crowd! Everything was as good as it gets.


Thats all for this update because I have to go get some food.
Have a good time

/John


Step into Pontus Web!


What sweats? The ass sweats!


Pontus and some kid we found


Pan flutes are way bad ass!


The railroad, aint it grand?


Carl making new friends.


The picture says it all...


"Somber, its not just a band. It's a mental institution."

La Paz

First impression of Bolivia was breath taking, with gigantic wide open scenery from a red van and then shuffled in to the biggest city yet on this tour, La Paz. With skyscrapes, more than one and a half milion people and being located 3600 meter above sea level this city was really something.

Even though all of us nearly fainted just climbing the stairs to the hotel, the show was one of the better ones. We even managed to complete the whole show with only two of us puking on stage. Simply by changing the thin air for thick pumping adrenaline.



Seriously dude....



Carl Hetfield



Pontus Fridèn



Helvete?



"Oooh!"



"Aaah!"



Black and white van ride

Arequipa

So being pissed of after Huancayo, we arrived in Arequipa. The contrast was massive between the cities to say the least. The most pleasant change would be that Arequipas streets do not smell like human feces. We got a warm welcome from the promoter and Richie and his homies. Also met a couple of Swiss girls and a lumberjack. When we arrived at the venue we got a little disappointed at the stage and equipment, we made it work thou and the show was kick in the hella fucking balls awesome. The crowd was insane, a little to insane it turned out. Our friend and roadie Robin got hit in the head by some blunt object and needed medical attention.
After the show we had to visit a couple of hospitals only to find he made it back to the hotel on his own. A drunk swede is a bad swede in Arequipa, but thanks to the alcohol we met a Finish dude who really (like we) knew how to drink, so we managed to get thrown out of every bar we went to. We also picked a fight with a 50 year old American who was looking for Peruvian prostîtutes. In the end he realized his American Awesomeness could not be matched to the Swedish one times 5 so he ran away. In the end our stay in Arequipa has been one of the better and we would like to return.



The male version of Madonna



Grown men doing stuff together 1



Grown men doing stuff together 2



Grown men doing stuff together 3



Everyday gore in Peru



"Just stich me up! What am I trying to do? I´m trying to survive, motherfucker!"



Pontus getting friendly with the crowd



John, Boom Boom Boom



Proof of life



Poncho party

Lima and Huancayo(Peru)

So the insanity took us over the border and into Peru. Climbing up the mountains the air started to become even thinner and increasingly harder to breath.
We touched base in the capital of Peru, Lima only to find that the very friendly promoter had checked us in to the largest "whore hotel" in the entire city. So both our nights in Peru we had to fall asleep to the sound of a large number of happy couples doing the vertical limbo.

But even though the weather was cold, the hotel was a whore house and we could not breath, the actual shows was amazing. Thousands of people in down town Peru gave us a royal welcome and the whole experience was just kick ass all around. After the show we were escorted by our highly professional coked-up bodyguards to the hotel and after a few hours of sleep we got on the bus to Huancayo.

Huancayo was/is total bullshit. The promoter was this little fuck-wad who tried to rip us off and he put us up in a really shitty hotel. On the day of the show we all got really sick and I´m sure it was quite a sight watching us all hurl our asses off backstage. There is really nothing else to say about that show. We played, flipped the promoter off and left town. Next stop Arequipa.....



"And would make a cute couple."



Lima Hellfest 09, watch it go



Random photo session with unknown girl



The Beatles 2009, but not really



Daniel, right before he broke his bed



Drinking with the crowd

Alive

To all people following the Black Machine South American blog.
We have been lifting every stone in Bolovia to find the internet.

A big update will be published soon.