While a Bob Dylan concert can't anything less than wonderful, the trip back can. At the trainstation, waiting for the train: My dad says: "How about we stand somewhere else?" - a good idea indeed, to avoid the mindless loud blabbering of two, I'm ashamed to admit, Danish fans.

So we walk out of hearing distance, and that should be the end of that little annoyance. The train arrives, we enter and sit down. Guess which two fans enter the same wagon and guess who chooses to sit right next to us! Yes, the two loudmothed blabbering Danes. Aiieee.

And the story continues, but I'm to tired to tell it. It doesn't make the concert any less of a blast... But... goddamn! :-)

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