ok ok ... its NOT tomorrow - stop moaning and read!
as we stumbled quite strunken and high on party mood through the dark camping site to find a suiteable place to pitch our tents, we finally found a huge circle shaped room in the middle of an ocean of tents. no to far away of the entrance we dicided to stay and claim "our land".
we were already in full action unpacking and unfolding our tents as a czech guy(?) came up to us and signaled us with the whole of his body and in broken english that the place is reserved for some of his friends who are expected a bit later or tomorrow. unfazed we pitch our tents anyway, telling him that we were very sorry but our own need for a place to stay was more important to us, than the whereabouts of his mates. however we agreed to try to use up as less space as possible and in return they would move their tents together a bit more. fair enough - deal!
me and my brother shared a tent and down to our drunkeness it took us about 30 to 45 minutes to pitch a simple iglu-shaped tent with 3 struts and no tent cover!!! hahaha good times.
as we all were finally done and ready to pay our first visit to the festival site, i had a look after my ticket which should have been in my pocket. but you guessed it - it wasnt! SHITE! an unsucessful search around our tents made me go, no run back to the camp site entrance. luck of the irish or the dumb - call it what you want - i actually found my ticket dusty and partly covered with i-dont-wanna-know-what i returned to our group triumphant. just to find my brother on the brink of being really really pissed off as he lost his ticket as well. who would have guessed?
luck stroke again - charlotta had a spare one which she sold to him and we were almost happy bunnies again. off to the festival site!
we arrived at the container where you trade in your presicious ticket for a neon coloured arm band. unfortunatly all of us but 3 (charlotta, henry and robert - they had "regular" tickets) had internet tickets. and those were only dealt with at the one container already closed. emotions started to rise again and not only our numberous group (the brits from birmingham and bristol werent pleased either) started to condamn the organisers. we wanted in!!!
finally an hour later the poor guy who had sat in that container for like 24 hours before going to bed arrived again. we traded in our tickets and finally everyone was enjoying his/her time!
next time read what happend friday... or better - read what i can remember of that particular friday hehe
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