“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Day 75 – 18th July – Saturday

We woke to a complete bomb site. The campsite now looks (and feels) like a refugee camp – it’s carnage. The ground is covered in clothes, shoes, food and drink, tent poles, tents and deflated lilos of every colour and gaps have appeared where tents used to be. Whilst they were rebuilding the bar, they gave out free bottles of water, one per person. The railway line was covered in broken tents and so no trains came past and the showers no longer had a barrier enclosing them! People were wandering either on phones calling home, or kicking through the debris in search of their bags. Others were still drunk and sleeping it off!
But the show must go on….. we ventured inside with Phil and Lee (pictured) in time to catch the last 30mins of Bell X1 on the second stage. We also saw Elbow (unfortunately the sound was incredibly poor) and Franz Ferdinand, who were excellent, as well as some other Spanish dudes I can’t remember the name of. (lots of beer on board!).

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