ah yes, the strain

thinking about roskilde. what an event.
five meters from the roskilde trainstaion we found an old pub, a bodega, with loads of original characters and cheap beer. the only reason for going in there, was charging this energyconsuming monsterphone of his. instead we turned out drunk off our faces because the local barflies took such good care of us. and the genuinely liked us. i spent my time, when not able to understand the danes and their weird accent, folding smaller and smaller paperplanes. i wanted to make the smallest plane these old men had ever seen. yes, the need to compete is strong with me. it went something like this:

obviously, the planes i made became popular and drifted around the pub for sheer enjoyment and awe.

these old chaps (there were many more behind and besides us, i just didn't dare take their photo) were some of the funniest guys we met during the festival. actually, we got so caught up in them, we forgot the fucking line at our booking-entrance. vital for getting a good campingspot. usually refered to as 'the run'.

ah well:

yes, there was lots of shotting involved as well. fuck them and their brilliant drinkinggame. i had to do at least 5 shots of shitty Fisherman. how we got the tent up really baffles me..



 a couple of days later, i had to take this photo:

just to illustrate how far we got before ending up utterly smashed. the station is to the right and the bodega is to the left. what time was it? probably around 13-14. we didn't even make it to the festivalarea, which was 20 mins by bus away from here. the camping opened at 18:00 and we should have been in line for the run at least two or three hours in advance. well, we sure taught ourselves a harsh lesson.

next year: don't get drunk before the run. instead, invest in getting a good spot so you won't curse over it for the rest of the festival. after finding a good spot - get drunk with the rest of the festivalgoers AFTERWARDS. i'll say this again - i have NO idea how we got the tent up, especially after we smoked when finally getting to the que at 17:55-ish. brilliant idea. *slow clap*

we never dared set foot in that bodega again out of such immense fear and vivid memories of the grotesque hangover we got. at 22:00 in the evening the first day..