SOMBER: 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.