Tent life and communal showers

Arriving in Benicassim, on what I think was a Tuesday evening, after twenty four hours of travelling was like arriving on another planet. Tired, smelly, aching bodies and heavy backpacks, we stumbled off the train into the baking sun and somehow found ourselves instantly on the official bus service for the festival. Convenient.

"Bus pass. Bus pass"
"Em yes." Says Amy, muddled and tired.
"Bus pass."
"Two please." She asks, pointing to me.
"3." She pays, we sit down and realise we can get a pass for the week for fourteen euro. Bus driver is no longer a crazy person which is nice.

The campsite is rows and rows of tents, some massive and house like, others barely fitting a human adult. Above this sudden community is green tarp fluttering in the wind, offering little or no protection from the almost harsh sun. And that was nine at night, we instantly dread the morning.

Walking past the batches of tents, organised by number and letter, everyone seems so much more prepared, confident and laid back then us, currently two messes of exhaustion and heavy bags. Of course we were right at the back with the sun raising on us, giving our tent the enjoyable sauna feel we all look for at nine in the morning.

Tent up with some help, thank you James, and we manage to walk down to the supermarket and back. Food and a beer. Bed. Loud excited campsite keeps us awake most of the night and then sauna tent does the rest. Beach at half nine in the morning it is then.

Wednesday night and we made friends with the people around us- James, Holly, Isa, and Augustine. There were also the welsh lads, younger and on a "It's a festival" buzz. Madness I wouldn't scar you with (For the curious in you penis fights, vomiting everywhere, pissing themselves repeatedly and continuing to wear the shorts etc...etc...lovely guys though until they wrecked one of the girls tents the last night and pissed on it...not cool).

The music as always was amazing. Bands we saw:

Tiny tempa, kodaline, travis, Paolo nutini, lily allen, example, ignossus, kasabian, thr 1975, manic street preachers, and loses more...too good for words...

Paolo nutini was by far the best. So intense, never seen such an amazing performance, still buzzing from it.

Benicassim; the people, the music, even the camping, it was an amazing, surreal, crazy experiences and I didn't even mention the communal showers.