So when we were down in Estepona, I bit into something and felt a bit of a “owww” on my rear moler. I noticed some unusual dark stuff in there so at the time I thought it would be a good idea to dig it out with the end of a corkscrew! (a very tradie thing to do) Well I dug it out all right, part of it collapsed and this big hole formed. I’m like “oh fuck”!

Feeling like a slightly obsessive dickhead, I thinking shit man, how am I going to get this fixed, it doesn’t hurt a lot yet, but I’m not home for another 2 months and there is still a lot of tapas to eat and a lot of beer to drink! This could get way worse! I am not one to just let my teeth turn to shit (nothing says low socio economic like a smile rotting teeth), so I turned to the most reliable person I knew in Spain, Natalia, our awesome booking agent in Madrid.

After booking me the appointment and laughing quite a bit in the emails, I wondered if Natalia herself had good teeth? We hadn’t met her yet, what if she’s got like 3 teeth and is saying yeah I’ve booked you a “good” dentist”. Turns out Cesar the Bass player from Eldorado (The band we were playing with on Friday) had a mate who was a really good dentist. Dr Javier was awesome and way cheap, got total mates rates, legend. I was stoked to realize I hadn’t done any real damage and just needed a filling. It was all good, a huge relief and a pretty interesting start to our day in Madrid. We had to hightail it there from Pamplona (415kms) to get to my 12pm appointment. Kudos to Danny.

Cheers again to Natalia (who has remarkable teeth), Cesar and Dr Javier, next time I’m in town mate, I’ll get some more work done. When you’re a long way from home is nice to know good people have your back.

Muchas Gracias Legends!

-Higgsy