Everyone was delighted that we were there with Wendy’s project (second pic down).
I am amused that my snarky “Giant Scabies” sign is now a thing.
It’s a commercial festival, so all the friendly people wanting to start a conversation with you want to sell you something. I rapidly stopped seeing people as people and started seeing them as hindrances. Commerce, man, just say no.
Bars with really loud music. No alcohol outside the bars, with fences and security to enforce that. So, beer and shout till I lose my voice, or tea? Tea won.
Except for the rain. Fuck that rain. Set up in rain, packed down in rain, and mostly rain between the two. Hence ankle deep mud everywhere.
2017 Splore business idea – stall outside gate selling gumboots. Would make millions. Just need to go back in time to before the festival.
Better time machine idea – go back to before the festival, stay home by the fire instead.
Worked too hard, failed to party. Again. Equally failed to spent much time with lots of my friends there, but that’s cos we were all mostly there to work.
The ute got blocked in by bad parking, yuppie SUVs without 4wd, and soaked ground turning into bog. I wasn’t delighted. Kiwiburn has better parking organisation.
The stuck cars resulted in people just standing around, not self-organising, and waiting for the festival to fix it, where “festival” meant one sleep-deprived secuirty guy and four 4x4s to unstick vehicles for 10,000 people. We got out by ourselves, where “we” means several vehicles and the people with those vehicles. Literally all it took was Wendy and myself just walking up to people and saying, hey, why don’t we try just pushing? Burners are better at seeing a problem and just fixing it.