I sold my CD's for twenty dollars and no one flinched. I did my best to speak clearly and slowly from the stage, and people more or less got it. All the Dutch gigs were for forty-five minutes and they all paid a couple hundred dollars. Not bad for an unknown traveling musician like myself. I shopped during the day, and explored the towns on bicycle.
Bicycles are the preferred mode of transportation in Holland.
There were many more bicycles than cars. We drove back to Germany on the speedway as my friend Richard explained about my upcoming show that evening. He said the hall was large with several hundred people expected, and that they had all paid twenty dollars to see me, so I had to be great. The more he talked, the more nervous I got. The gig was in Kaiserhammer, a small country town in the Bavarian region of Germany, and it was not on the map.