Here are a few pictures from our parade-pub-crawl through Basel and the festivities afterwards.
 

This is our oar. It comes to every event and contains the names of all the deceased Mariners. It has two sides.
 

Wogs pulling the canon. You can think of wogs as Mariners in training. The one on the left is actually a phenomenal drummer.
 

Narrow streets, lots of drums, thunderous sound. You’ll have to take my word for it.
 

Fife line. Mostly Swiss guys in this picture.
 

Good looking fellow ain’t he? What the hell, it is my blog, after all.
 

Big spoon, Big man. As my Irish buddy says, “You don’t get that big not like’n food”.
 

Happy to see they are all in step.
 

Everyone always asks, “Where are your shoes?” To which I always reply, “I don’t own any.” There is never a second question.
 

Beer break. This lady found a relaxing place to sit down. What she did not realize is that thought the canon is loud and looks sturdy, it is essentially made out of paper mache. Fortunately, she didn’t do any damage.
 

Aren’t they pretty? Old Moeller drums, new paintings, calf-skin heads, warm sunny day, cold beer, Basel…life really is good.
 

I’m sorry, could you hit those things a bit harder? My ears aren’t bleeding yet.
 

Mariner exercise program. Oh, reminds me of a good joke…
Q: What did the bass drummer get on his IQ test?
A: Drool.
Sorry guys, I couldn’t resist.
 

After the parade in Basel we jumped on a tram and headed out of town for a party. Our Swiss friend Peter shows us how he can play the drums while hanging upside down like a bat. He might be crazy.
 

That’s Bob. He is crazy but he’s ours.
 

A gift From the Swiss. The dead fish is their logo. Cool.
 

A gift To the Swiss. It was full when we gave it to them. It wasn’t full shortly after.
 

This one is a little hard to explain.
 

As usual, tunes all night. Good times.