SiroWak Succumbs to San Sebastian Silliness.

So having strapped our helmets on and lowering ourselves into our respective cannons the SiroWak crew, plus Indie the Indian guitar player, blasted off into deepest darkest Basque country with a resounding boom. The destination? San Sebastian for the opening party of the SiroWak 2008 Rolling Circus. We heald it at ZM's discoteque on the beach and after lining our stomaches with an all you can eat buffet about 200 SiroWakians joined us in draining the place dry during the hour of free drinking. Now your humble scribe's memory after that is hazy at best but I distinctly remember dancing of the dorky and dirty varieties, tequila shots, nudity and an abnormal number of male/female pairings mysteriously disappearing only to reappear soon after nicely crumb chickened with sand. The SiroWak crew set up shop and did a roaring trade in the sale of rocks, fortunes told and even gave away free Surfaris with Smashed Travel. Before we knew it it was six in the morning and the hour of our Madrid departure was nigh, so a melangerie of arms and legs, a veritable pants on orgy, went down in the infamous House on the Hill, as everyone tried to find some available space for a few moments of much needed sleep before it was time for us to push off in the direction of Spain's heart.