What Rockers Do, The Morning After.
Trip Start Jul 20, 2009
68Trip End Sep 06, 2009
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In the morning, we took our swimming costumes and wandered across to the island, unaware at that time, of quite how large the festival had been. There were tired looking Rockers everywhere. A sea of pod-like tents covered the hillside and a massive stage was being dismantled below a small village of mobile food stalls.
The leather-clad, hardened Rockers, who had been bopping to thrash metal all night, had stripped off their Metallica T-shirts and gone for a dip in the lake, tattoos glistening in the sun. Several, in that wild and nihilistic way, that Rockers have, were using their death metal air-beds as make-shift lilos, whilst trying not to let any spiky body piercings actually puncture them
We watched two lads for ages. they were lining up their double mattress a few metres from shore, then running down the beach and leaping onto it, sometimes full body and sometimes trying to stand up and surf on it. In either case, they invariably ended up doing synchronised belly-flops into the lake, as the lilo shot sideways. We were crying with laughter at them.
So, Saskia made a sandcastle and we all had a swim in the lake. The Rockers slowly packed up their tents and dripping bedding and we got the little beach to ourselves for a while.
On the drive out of Zarasai, there were plenty of hitch-hikers - black-clad and scary looking. Our car was stuffed full, but we still managed to fit a couple of lads in, with Saskia and Eartha sitting on their knees. After they left us in Utena, we picked up another one for a few km.
Two minutes after we'd dropped him off, we saw a bloke in a suit hitching. We both shrugged and drove on by. Sorry, we only pick up hitchers that look mad, bad and dangerous!