Sorry for the delay to a new entry but I am still recovering from what was the best fun ive had in a long time, you see I went home to Wales to partake in the glorious tradition of a music festival.
Wakestock 09 took place on the Llyn Peninsular back home, a mix of wakeboarding and music, with the traditional added extras of drink, drugs, music and of course mud. What made this festival special this year though for me was it was a change, I had never been to this one and I was curious as to what it might hold for me, I had been warned beforehand that it was full of chaves and might not be a good one, I was however very much surprised, rather than what the warnings held (chavstock) the people that I met were some of the happiest and friendly people I’ve ever come across at any festival. Even during Saturday’s downpour in which tents where uprooted and flew past ours spirits were high, it was truly amazing. The crowd was young I will admit but they accepted me as a fellow festival goer and nothing more so I did the same and I realised something, while your on that site we are all the same.
So it was a good festival, and anyone who is a friend on facebook will see from the photos, it was pretty crazy, this got me thinking what is it that makes us go for four nights, in a tent, in mud, off our tits surrounded by what start of as strangers?
I think its different for everyone, but I think doing this once a year is a massive release that you do not get at home, you are in a field with people who have exactly the same frame of mind at the time, you do things you would never do at home and that’s excepted because your at a festival and the idea is to have fun, solong as you don’t hurt anyone else its all good, we put up with the weather because we have no choice, so instead of winging about it, we make it into a play thing, mud slides, mud dancing, mud fights. Much of what is unpleasant about festivals is either ignored as part of the process or made into a game, or your just far to fucked to care, and all this is good because then you have max fun.
The music is a important part of any festival, hell it was “The Super Furry Animals” that made me want to go in the first place, but lets face it, I remember three bands, in the end for me the music took second place to the rest of the fun and the people, so I went off and enjoyed that, SFA I did see in possibly the worst rain and mud ever, and it was still amazing!
So in all most people I met there are now on my facebook, and we are all suffering withdraws, we want to be back there so intense was the experience, don’t get me wrong, ive been to plenty of festivals but most of them I was glad to get home and rest, not this time, Wakestock was just far to much fun and I want to do it again next year, the good news is the class people I met at this years festival are all planning the same, so a repeat of the hedonism is sure to happen.
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