The Longitude and Latitude of things
Trip Start Dec 11, 2012
70Trip End Oct 17, 2013
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We streamed into the camp site with the few thousands who were hardcore enough to pitch tent on Thursday (we were one of the even fewer who would stay all the way until Monday - that's going soapless for four days. It's quite the sacrifice. You realise this once you start feeling the necessity to wet-wipe the INSIDE of your nose and it comes out black...THREE wet-wipes later). As soon as we managed to erect our specially bought tent (I say "we" because I handed Claudia the pegs) we flung ourselves into the festivities
Steph joined us on Saturday morning. She made sure we were right upfront for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in all the dust cloud madness that was their performance. Claudia almost swooned when Matt Corby came on stage in the intimate forest arena (a shameful number of nights had been spent googling Matt Corby). Somehow we survived the alt j concert - but only barely. We were packed so tightly, I used the person behind me as a backrest. Crowd-surfers fell on Steph's and my head - twice! - and we accidentally walked into the middle of a mosh pit ("Why is there all this space?" "Hold on..." "It's a mosh pit!" "RRRUUUUUNNNN!!!!"). We saw Grizzly Bear sing "Two Weeks", which is the first song to almost every playlist I create. The highlight, however, was seeing The Tallest Man On Earth perform. He got Claudia and me through season and Steph through the English winter. He might as well have a shrine on the inside flap of our backpacks.
It was a weekend of alter egos and Nigel the giraffe, of amazing food and cider in the sun, of hippies and hipsters who had clearly never been to a festival in their high heeled glory, of lapsed hygiene, of borrowed toothpaste and antiseptic, of bacon-envy, of sleeping bags and dragged mattresses into the only sliver of shade. It was a weekend of ticked bucket list items.
Me to Claudia: "I've seen alt j, I've danced to the Tallest Man, Grizzly Bear sang "Two Weeks" and the Maccabees sang "Toothpaste Kisses" Now I can happily keel over and die."
But there's still the Coke Festival in Krakow to stay around for. Because that is a headline I refuse to miss...