Once A Festival Addict...

Being a self proclaimed festival addict, it was hardly a surprise to anybody when last weekend I packed up my belongings and headed off to Strawberry Fields - my first ever 'bush doof,' (which is an absolutely ridiculous name for a festival out in the Australian bush, but despite them having such a stupid name, 'bush doofs' still happen to be my new favourite thing.)

Obviously because I'm a massive keener, I actually bought my ticket whilst I was still in the UK - back in April in fact, for the bargain early bird price of $209. I know that I've hardly been spending dollars long enough for there to be much competition, but I'd say that it was the best $209 I've ever spent.

The festival was out in Tocumwal, New South Wales. It took what felt like forever and a day to get there, first on the train and then what seemed to feel like twenty buses after that. (It was in fact three, I think?) Considering we'd actually travelled to a different state just to get there, I don't think anybody was even slightly prepared to go back for the tickets when we realised that we'd forgotten to bring them! Luckily, the festival lady must have been fed up of working that day - or just didn't care- and happily gave us our wristbands without any questions. 

The first major difference that I noticed in comparison to the UK festivals is that you camp with your car. Which meant that people were bringing all sorts of mental crap to put in their campsites. I couldn't help but think how good it would be to not have to do the dreaded Glastonbury trek with all my stuff every year, and also how good it would be to have a sofa back at the tent for morning Capri Sun club.

Sofa life. 

Sofa life. 

Speaking of Capri Sun - they don't actually sell them here in Australia, which is a slight issue for me, (but I have found solace in Scooby Doo's rip off version.) I think so far, Capri Sun are the things I miss most about home. 

Beggars can't be choosers...

Beggars can't be choosers...

The festival was really very good. The bush location and hot weather meant that we could walk around barefoot all day, and it felt so good to not be wearing shoes and feel the dusty sand stuff in my toes. There were big colourful shade covers all above the areas where people were dancing, and they had built in sprinklers to keep everybody cool. The music was spot on, (apart from the random heavy psy trance we could hear from our tent one night) and The Pier Group had built some mental art stuff around the festival so it looked wicked. (And there was also lots to climb on!) It was such a different setting in comparison to anything I'm used to - it's probably one of my favourite festivals I've been to!

To sum up, I've got a feeling that my addiction to festivals is only going to continue getting stronger, and if anybody fancies donating some cash for me to go and check out Rainbow Serpent , I can accept PayPal.