Loudest rig ever.
The Boom festival. Portugal.

So loud, that even camping two hills away, it still sounded like we were trying to catch some shut eye in a night club.

Added risks:

* Deceptively deep lake. Great for swimming in when high.

* Far too hot. Our beer cans were extremely hot to the touch. I was the cheeky fucker who managed to blag a HUGE block of ice from the beer stall,for our food and drinks. 'Twas a proud moment walking my white, lanky ass back amongst all the beautifuly tanned europeans. They might have looked sexy, but i had fucking ice baby!

* Scorpions.

* Giant ants. Luckily they weren't posionous (as i fell asleep on their nest and woke up covered in them).

* Deceptively sharp grass. Don't swim round the festival barefooted and then walk all the way back barefooted (see scorpions and giant ants again).

* Far too many varieties of drugs.

* Deciding it would be a good idea to sleep in the cool chill out tent, and then falling into some strange kind of feverish nightmare (when the DJ started playing dark ambient stuff)

* The pink naked guy. Full body paint. Off his nut on acid or something.

* Don't leave your spare trainers under your car, thinking 'they'll be safe here, cost it's a hippy festival and everyone is really nice'. They will get stolen and presumably sold for drugs.

Kudos to the people who couldn't get into the festival and set up their own illegal 'anti-boom' across the lake.

Further Kudos to the bloke who sneaked into the Boom festival after swimming over the lake from the Anti-Boom.


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(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 16:29, Reply)