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Well here we are in Balen watching the deer and chickens and the rain. It's drizzly but the sun is trying to come out so there is hope. It's about 3 weeks later here for the flowers and plants. Blossoms are just starting to bud and they are almost finished at home. We had a great breakfast with fresh eggs and great Expresso and are ...
... is the oldest city in the Netherlands; dating back to year 343. Regardless it has young energy, as much like Leuven it is a university city.After a late night exploring what bars the city has to offer, I make it to a patio for brunch at one of the city squares. Directly across from me are two old churches. One almost looks castle like and the other has a giant maroon bell tower that can be seen ...
... still, there was a rule for a while where in order to **** there you had to drop shorts and boxers to your ankles before proceeding to ****. Got some weird looks and comments from fellow campers! Also came in to play was the hands on hips whilst pants around ankles. This was inspired by the urination station signage, see below.
Chase and Status: Not my favourite act of the festival, they were average at best. Only got a run because they were the last act ...
... glue no.
We met up with the group on the train. Someone happened to have glue for my roommates wings. Then our 4 hour train ride to Liers began. We were pretty rowdy and excited. So many people were starring at us. It was now 4 and I was itching to pregame. i waited til 5 to feel somewhat socially accepted. Popped opened that bottle of wine. We then got to Liers where we had to change trains. Such a jank ass train stop. There were other guys dressed in white ...
... in getting used to walking around in the cold. I must admit I spent most of my time going in and out of caffes, writing in my journal. One good thing did manage to come out of the day. As I was sitting in a caffee called verCaffe, no one was paying any attention to me whatsoever. Everyone was speaking a language I could not identify because at that time I had not learned from Bernard that the official language is Flemish, a mixture of German ...