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... complete and the end of Rockwerchter. Left my tent pitched at the camp ground and we made our way back to Brussel via a bus and a train. Even though we didn’t camp with Leany he managed to run into him every day in the festival. To top that off we bumped into him again at the train station in Brussels. I wasn’t even surprisd by that stage, I think he just has a knack for it.
Summary: Rockwerchter will always go down as one of the best festivals I have/will ever go ...
Left london in true London style packed on a tube like a sardine, a slight delay to meet the troops kiwi friends of friends in the outskirts of London. Jono lilburn (greeny), Ben (chicken), Hamish and Emma. The trip started going the wrong way but with enough wrong turns we got to Dover where the boys sorted the sound system and printed there tickets for the four day music festival on which we were about to embark. A ferry ride across the English channel ...
... to Sensation too. On our 1.5 hour train we continued to drink and throw glitter all over ourselves.
We were finally in Hasselt. There were people in white everywhere. So many Americans, it was glorious. We took a bus to the arena. Sold my the extra ticket I had. It was awesome getting extra cash. Sort of remember this. We waited in line at the arena and finally rushed in. this place was huge and UNREAL. Techo music was playing but it didn’t officially start. ...
... I assumed they spoke either French or German. All day I was confused! Anyway, I went to the bathroom at one point and on my way back to my seat I got lost. Stupid me, right!? I couldn't find the door leading from the corridor where the bathroom was to the door that led to the caffe seating area. A white-haired, bearded man in his seventies stood there, watching me turn around and around not knowing where I was. He spoke to me in a very thick ...