So, my plans of keeping you all entertained with nightly installments of the Exit Music Festival in Serbia have fallen through, not least of all because of our limited internet access here (they don't have the internet at Moone, only cheese, and a man). Anyway, I will instead give some picture highlights of the end of exit, and our couple of days in Dubrovnik, and in the process attempt to throw the light of written (or typed) word across it, to illuminate the story. Although currently failing dismally, I will try to refrain from getting carried away here, but I'm doing night shift drying grain, so the usual veneer of sanity is more thin than ever.
The whole festival pretty much involved a whole lot of time on the ground, whether voluntarily
or otherwise. This was the case when a can of local beer we bought did not open properly. It took nearly 20 minutes of finger risking hacking to open the can up, but we eventually found that instead of a can of tasty, tasty beer, we had received a can of water, with the "prize" of 200 kuna, which may sound fantastic, but is actually about the price a can of beer. The thing was we had to get the token out of the can, post it off, and quietly await the arrival of our cheque in the mail. Clearly the only thing to do was open another can.
or otherwise. This was the case when a can of local beer we bought did not open properly. It took nearly 20 minutes of finger risking hacking to open the can up, but we eventually found that instead of a can of tasty, tasty beer, we had received a can of water, with the "prize" of 200 kuna, which may sound fantastic, but is actually about the price a can of beer. The thing was we had to get the token out of the can, post it off, and quietly await the arrival of our cheque in the mail. Clearly the only thing to do was open another can.
We ended up witnessing many sunrises...
This one was taken by a few middle aged pommy blokes who were at the festival to check out a few bands they could book for their small pub back home. They were pretty keen on the Presets, but realised they were probably going to need a bigger chequebook for that one.
Ted, Jess and myself had spent the night sitting around talking, and this is just before going down for a dance to 2 many djs. It got fairly sweaty and dusty in the early morning, summer sun.
This one was taken by a few middle aged pommy blokes who were at the festival to check out a few bands they could book for their small pub back home. They were pretty keen on the Presets, but realised they were probably going to need a bigger chequebook for that one.
Ted, Jess and myself had spent the night sitting around talking, and this is just before going down for a dance to 2 many djs. It got fairly sweaty and dusty in the early morning, summer sun.
And The Hives were certainly worth a mention, which Jess and I danced and sang our hearts out to for a couple of hours. As singer Pelle Almqvist told us all- "our children's, children's, children will remember, when the Hive's first played in Serbia!"- Quite the showman.
All in all Exit was awsome fun, and we were lucky enough to share it with a great crew.
Unfortunately the bus trip down to Croatia was somewhat more notorious, with a 10 hour drive becoming a 16 hour struggle for survival, as myself, Jess, and 40 odd whinging poms (yes cliche, but if the shoe fits) battled hunger, a 90 year-old bus driver and a severe lack of organisation through Bosnia and Hertzogovnia. Yes, a little scary, but it all came through in the end. Just a word to the wise, avoid Eurfest tours if you're ever heading to Exit- profanities could not describe how p*ssed off I was upon our 4am arrival in Dubrovnik.Take that Eurfest tours.
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