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Tomorrowland - One of the biggest festivals in the world. Where do I even start?
It’s one of those things that if I tried to explain it to you, nothing would even come close to the real thing. And if I gave to much away, well then that would ruin it, wouldn’t it?
Situated in a country town ironically called Boom, the drive in to the festival was almost the strangest thing we experienced all weekend. Being first time Tomorrowlanders we were so unsure of what to expect. As our friends drove us deeper and deeper into the Medieval town, assuring us they knew where to go, our anticipation began to bubble. Not a person in sight, all windows and curtains closed. It was a ghost town. If it wasn’t for the Tomorrowland flags hanging from most of the houses, we would have thought we were in the wrong place.
Before we knew it were weaving our way around 1000’s of campers, some eagerly setting up their humble abodes for the next few days to come, others beginning the antics early. To be frank, the walk was absolutely ridiculous. But once we made it to the centre of Dreamville it was all worth while. Passing the stage that was set up for The Gathering (a warm up event that occurs on the Thursday evening for campers) I asked a group of Australians next to me ‘Do you think that’s the main stage?’. They laughed at me.
Tomorrowland has it’s own currency, pearls. It has all different food stalls from all over the world. It has a hair salon. A tattoo parlour. A grocery stall. A newspaper that gets delivered to your campsite, reflecting on the day that had passed. It even has a drug deposit barrel where you may deposit any naughty things you may have on you when you approach the entrance of the festival. I don’t think anybody put those into good use. And all of this is before you even get inside the gates! It even has the notorious ‘Church of Love’ where couples or newly aquatinted buddies can go and spend a moment of romance in privacy doing whatever they will. Unfortunately, we did not get the opportunity to use this service either- to busy getting down on the dance floor I think!
A common stigma associated with Tomorrowland is that it is all commercial bullshit. This could not be more wrong. 15 different stages that change genre everyday, there is literally something for everyone. When the line up announced there was only a few different artists that I was stoked to see, one rising above them all.. KOLOMBO! I don’t think it was possible to have a bigger smile on my face! Easily the biggest highlight of my weekend. Other noteworthy acts included the very special back-to-back live performance from Eric Prydz and deadmau5, Vini Vici and Neelix. We also discovered some pretty rad artists as well including Smos, who began his career in the early nineties and is now huge in the Belgium and European music scene.
Meeting all different characters and creatures of the night from all over the world is what truely makes the festival so unique. From exchanging stories at the start of the day when you are feeling fresh to nodding because you have no idea what they are saying or what is going on when you’re not so fresh. The absolute legends I met at Tomorrowland is what made it for me.. Including but not limited to the following: A bunch of sweet Japanese legends An 87 year old fella from the Netherlands that goes from festival to festival, who’s favourite genre is techno and loves ‘how the music makes him feel' A random European who had over 40 festival bands on his wrists An english guy in a bucket hat who loved ketamine, called MDMA ‘magic’ and asked me if I knew a song called ‘Melbourne Sound’. A loose a f Aussie bloke who insisted someone sculled his beer, that was actually his own piss.. (Oh wait that was my mate)
But above all, the most mind blowing aspect, yet the hardest to verbalise, is the production of the whole weekend. The design and layout of the stages was absolutely fucked. The grounds of the festival are absolutely huge, spread out over grassy green hills and a huge lake, all unique and completely different from each other. It really is something that you have to experience for yourself to understand. A giant toadstool here, a fire breathing dragon there. Secret stages without any signs and even a hole in the ground notoriously known as the ‘rave cave’.
It’s another world. A beautiful, crazy, colourful world where for three days you forget that you even exist on planet earth. 185,000 people from 75 countries gathering in unity over the one language that everyone speaks - Music.
Beats, Rhythm, and Vibrations.
And what an absolute rip snorter of a time it was.
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Success is to exist
It’s so funny how people think that success is only found on home turf. Going to uni, getting a degree. Making it to the top of your selected career. Having a career. Owning a house, owning a car. Wrong.
To exist is a great success, and you can do with it what you please. At the end of the day, would you rather have lived a life filled with ordinary and order or a life full of extraordinary. Seeing, tasting, feeling and exploring.
Meeting people who make you feel an array of emotions, happy, enthused, scared, enlightened. Meeting people who make you think.
Adapting a view that no matter who someone is or where they have come from, they are the way they are for a reason, whether it be good or bad.
Feeling warmth and cold in its extremities. Feeling sand beneath your feet and touching snow.
Making mistakes. Learning how to communicate. Patience. Manners. Self control. Learning how to stand up for yourself.
Meeting people less fortunate than you, sympathising with some and empathising with others
Some days I doubt my lifestyle choices. I get annoyed that I didn't 'stick uni out' or that I don't 'have a normal job'. Money is not a problem, you can always earn it. You will always have a roof over your head, be clothed and you will never starve. If you want something bad enough you can make it work.
Beaches. Mountains. Rivers. Snowfields. Oceans. Huge dangerous city’s that never sleep. Rice fields. Deserts. Alleyways.
Sounds like a better option to me.
A life chosen to live daringly is a life full of stimulation. A colourful, humble, blessed life. What more can you really ask for?
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A list of essential shit to take to Splendour In The Grass
With SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS approaching quicker than you can say 'where's the beer bong at', I don't think anything could be more appropriate then a SITG essentials checklist. I wouldn't call myself a Splendour veteran however I am more then delighted to pass on some hot tips on all things that is Splendour packing and camping. It is events like these that really separate the men from the boys. Nobody wants to be friends with someone who spends all day giving two fucks about how they look, or if they're dirty or if they have broken a nail so first thing is first. Don't. Be. A. Basic. Bitch*. If this isn't enough to stop you from over packing, the walk from your car to your campsite should be. Bullshit aside, it bloody sucks. And I can assure you the setting up and unpacking isn't as half as bad as the packing up and loading the car when the festival ends. TAJ MAHAL VS. THE SLUMS: The coolest thing you can have at one of these things is an absolute rocking campsite. The music does stop. You will keep on going. You will want a pretty/clean space to suck on nangs and indulge in alcohol. You do want to have a TAJ MAHAL of a campsite at SITG 2015! And you're gonna want to try and get there early. Volunteers allocate camping spots and generally if you get in late you end up with the dregs. Also, setting up camp in the dark and pissed isn't that great. A learning experience of course The basics are obvious, and depending on how big your crew depends on what you should take. Recommended but not limited to a tent, tarp or gazebo for shelter, trestle table, camping chairs, an eski, battery operated speakers and of course a but load of bedding should suffice. One of my favorite things when camping is making my campsite look pretty so I'm always sure to stock up on tapestry, paper chains and anything else I can get my mits on that fits into my broke ass budget. Op shops are great for this! FEEDING YOUR TUMMY: The last thing on your mind is food when you're rocking it at main stage, but neglecting your hunger and hydration will always leave you in a bad way. Food is expensive and you can get by with taking easy to prepare meals (think avacados, crackers, watermelon, doritos, tuna), but I can guarantee you will eat from the vans/stalls at some point over the weekend (Grill'd aint fkn bad). The water at SITG is of drinkable standard but it is nice to have a few bottles stashed in the eski for those mornings you wake up with a heavy head. Up and Goes are literally life savers. KEEPING YOURSELF CLEAN: This is a tricky one. I'm a bit of a grot and can handle the weekends antics with a packet of baby wipes but obviously that's not for everyone, but just remember. You will make it out alive. Lines for showers in the morning are HAAAAA-UUUUUGE. My recommendation would be having a shower when the music stops before bed, no lines, no worries and no missing out on any antics either. Hand sanitiser is good, dry shampoo is even better. Don't forget your toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash. Just don't get the one you filled up with vodka and the regular one confused. Disposable ponchos are pretty lame looking but if it does start to rain, you'll be sorted. Speaking of the weather, it gets really bloody cold. And safety doesn't take a holiday. Be sure to layer and wear clothes that can be adjusted to a sudden change in weather. You don't want to be running back to the campsite to grab/drop off big jackets, so something spunky that can be tied around the waist is spot on. GETTING CRUNK: Now we're getting to the good stuff. Oh alcohol how I love you so. But why must you be so hard to hide! Last year while everyone was forking out $4 for a FredFlask, I was strategically saving my Ribenas from 7/11. Great idea. Can be filled with whatever it is your heart desires. Can be taped to body. Can be put in gumboot. I feel like with these kind of things the less dramatic the stint, the more successful it is. I'm a big fan of a few pre mixed dranks also so am always sure to scatter a few throughout my belongings. Cans fit into pringle containers very well. If smuggling alcohol in isn't your thing, the gates are patrolled but cars are hardly checked, so maybe early morning drinking is more of your thing? In terms of other naughty things, SITG is an anagram of STIG. Coincidence. I think not. But I better not go into that. So that is my essential checklist for SITG 2015 - let the countdown begin.
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