What a splendid weekend...some of us are less splendid than others as a result, but all worth it. One highlight for me and my beloved was falling into a tent at the end of the night donated to us by the one and only DFJ - who was being soccer mum (at 2am?!) for some others in the crew. The sanctuary of a tent, bed, sleeping bag, and spoon at the end of hilarious night is a true delight. And the-day-after-the-night-before afterglow, when you wake up with your mates full of stories and self-congratulation, can rival the night itself. So, how much better would all that be if the camp site wasn't such an ugly bomb site of k-mart tents and ripped tarps?
Belgium. Where even sketchy festival campsites...aren't.