Luck fell upon us with no rain forecast, all weekend the sun shone as the clouds rolled on past.
The whole site top to bottom is an absolute trek, 40 minutes atleast - thats ignoring the rest. (On Saturday we wandered 28 kilometres)
Before the first day my voice was all gone - The Healing Fields happened to be where we're drawn.
But Alas - we were stuck at a fork in the road. Holistic First Aid, Homeopathy or Apothecary for my throat? More choices than I would find back home in the Bay, but we made the right choice, by donation we paid 😉
Here we found ourselves lost among workshops - wood workings, silversmithing, staff making, felt crafting. Yoga, Osteopathy, Massage, Meditation, Little Bands, Parades, Jam Sessions, weaving, sewing, painting!
Overwhelmed and hungry we look for some grub. Astounded that everything was dangerously lush. Vegan Mexican, Organic juice, Smoothies, Soups stalls ...
and Sushi and Samoas! Wait, this is out of control! Hare Krishna buffets and Nourishing Bowls? Fallafels, Elixir Bars ! .... I think now you know.
From the healing space to the drum and bass... there is something for everyone.
and Ive never seen so much Glitter before - beards, moustaches, boobs, butts and more.
With a line up so vast there was too much to see. Anderson Park, Henrick Schwarz and Josh Caffe were my favourite three.
Rolling hills decorated with Tipis, Tipis hand painted. So detailed and bold.
Through small woven archways in suspicious bushes we peered in, curiously encountering mirrored forests, tea parties, tiki bars, comedy shows....wonderland.
Flowers, Towers, delicious foods... interesting dance moves...
P.s it was ever so Wonderful to see, an outstanding presence of many charities! Huge areas of the grounds occupied by leading NGO's; Green Peace, Water Aid and Oxfam provided stalls, tents, recycling stations, interactive experiences, op-shops and even composting urinals.
Slightly (purposely) lost, with our heads in the clouds, we find ourselves at the Love Temple now.
We made a good friend, A local Glastonbury fella. His name was Eternal, He could eat chocolate forever.
Cacao balls and Brownies, even Coca Leaf tea! Maca, Ashwaganda surprises to thee.
I Really must say, They had it all! How much energy can you fit in one little Bliss Ball!?
I can't even count on two hands and both feet, how many stages there were to go see. They were small, big , humongous, unimaginably tall, But the one shooting fire was the best of them all
Off-site on a hill, from our camp we could hear, By far the most impressive stage of the year. Built from Old War machines, recycled and reformed. Arcadia Spectacular was a spectacle for sure.
Nightfalls and Down to the South-West corner we suppose, by midnight its always too packed to get close. Every grimy city nightlife all mashed into one. Block 9 is like nothing that had ever been done. Amongst the Immense abandoned concrete jungle, built up around us as the crowd sway and stumble. Hidden inside the bass-heavy oven. Mimicking the underground - Berlin - New York - London.
We found some moustaches (don't ask) and waltzed straight on in - to a Vortex, of Dancing, Drag, Sequins and Sin.
5 hours later on a hill very tall - we watched sun rise and that was practically all.
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