"VuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu"
We are awakened at dawn as the second day. The brain connects to the hard work and for a second think it's a vuvuzela - what the hell am I doing in South Africa? - But then I realized that the deafening noise was nothing more than a plane, a short distance from our tent. Will I make it sound-proofed, dammit. There is hardly
resumes from a very uncomfortable night's sleep, we take a quick grooming, you swallow two or three drops for breakfast and so on the road again, this time with cars, to the Parco San Giuliano. The usual panic Lukish means that you end up with the park in a parking point furthest from the park, just about 2 km from the entrance, but apparently I had not reckoned with extrasensory abilities of good Found: Parking in fact chosen has to provide the highest quality asphalt paving, advantage to the end of the day would prove be conclusive in regard to other locations "muddy.
therefore we place the machine out and we are moving at a good pace toward the entrance before opening the gates, hoping not to have too much crowd in front and managed to hook up the wristbands to enter the pool all day in comfort. For those in doubt, do not intend to tank with a useful tool for personal hygiene, but an enclosed area in front of the stage where you can come and go as they please, having always the front-row seat guaranteed.
therefore arrive at the gates and we get dell'HJF patiently in line (which seems excessive), chatting amiably with the boys Rovinj, we enter and we head towards the Main Stage diligently to try to get a pair of those damn pass, and he is here we face the real tail nearly two hours in front of the stage under the hot sun, herded like animals, the bouncers say there are more bracelets, but no one believes a word they say because the tank is half empty, so we are there as a lizard in the sun, the only difference being that the lizards like while we're literally in the browning a warm worse than the previous day. At one point, pity, the bouncer threw some water bottles to the crowd impatient to soothe the thirst; not enough for me and I ask of watermelon but after that the first launch hits a guy causing a serious head injury the launch of the watermelons is interrupted.
In any case, the situation will not budge so after a while, 'and I Lukish Scazzi us to stand in line for wristbands and find a niche where you get fairly close to the stage and wait the start of the concert, waiting for the arrival of Grana and Sandro.
Oh yes, and Grana Sandro! I'd almost forgotten! The two start at Cremona
only on Sunday, as mentioned in the previous post. So willing, choose the path to reach the most inaccessible Mestre: public transport. Let me give you a summary of what I was told by them
- Starting at an unknown time from Cremona by train direct to Brescia
- Change and take the regional train to Venice;
- arrive almost on time at the station of Mestre;
- almost two hours waiting for a shuttle that will take them to Parco San Giuliano;
- Once the shuttles are not even attacked the coach in the Far West and in two seconds to fill. Panic, the two sling on the first finding, not knowing where to take them;
- Grain and Sandro arrives in Venice;
- Grana is photographed next to an unspecified church in Venice:
- The two take a taxi and finally arrive all'HJF dawn del'una.
finally got the two pieces missing, the 4 young people get together and bold start to enjoy the festival.
It takes a few pictures of ritual and two steps here and there, and I and we are stopped by two strapon Lukish clearly enamored of us who want to be immortalized with two young male specimens of Cremona. We discover later that it was for an awareness campaign against drug fakers ...! Grit in the meantime becomes a 35 year-old mason in Catanzaro the lunch break, sipping ice cream / sorbet coffee.
Back in our niche awaiting the start of the concert, and when the first group (of which not even remember the name) starts playing, click the Vezzo Show. I feel weak all of a sudden, I do not have Lukish time to say "My head is spinning" that-boom! - End up dead weight on the floor, unconscious! Lukish grabs my head and continued to shout "Vezz! Vezz! Vezz "with a frequency of 7" Vezz "per second. I just replied to me, I go out with a peaceful "Eh?", As if to say "What the fuck you scream ?!?". I come away from the Red Cross, highly efficient, reinstated in minerals with a nice infusion of saline and forth, back on track. Meanwhile, however, leave the boys a bit 'shaken and frightened by the incident, but above all I inadvertently pass the prophecy of the shaman-Owl bus: "3e10 Sverrai at the Sunday afternoon. " The damn bastard hit it the first of his prophecies evil, well, better than I who will faint with pain while giving birth to the Black Eyed Peas. However, a little 'shaky but recovered back by the boys while they're playing the Bastard Sons Of Dionysus , Bravin and able to leave a good impression despite the strong prejudices I had about them. At this point it seems clear that the coup has left alone in the aftermath of my ability to understand and will be made and as I test to assess the damage to the brain comes Fave it joins the group. After the Bastards, is the turn of Rise Against: super show, loads and explosives as a few (Billy Talent to join them for this feature), drag the people for the duration of the concert by forgetting all the heat oppressive. After them it's up to Editors ; smaronamento a significant part of the British group showing that while able to play and make good music, have a big drawback to present pieces that are too similar to each other, showing off one consequence of a long litany hours. Meanwhile we can also reach the house, and then form that beautiful bunch of people there and would soon tasted the thrill of taking 200mm of water on the head for a good Oretta. They end
Editors and while 30 Seconds To Mars is preparing the exhibition, we are aware of an ominous cloud approaching rapidly, as if loaded dell'HJF head down towards the stage. House tries to warn - "Where's Editors sound does it always rain" - but obviously it is too early to worry, though over the live of 30 seconds, the cloud was getting closer and shades gradually assume more terrifying: first grigino a "water spray and you will freshen up a little '";
then a gray more intense, such as "beaks a bit' of water tonight, boy" and finally a black model "Death Star" aka "Why, you did not bring with you Noah's Ark? ". On the exhibition of the group just to say, honestly away from genres that I appreciate, however, are good at trying to keep spirits up an increasingly depressed and aware of the impending downpour. We also find a nice curtain with 3 or 4 people to climb up to the casino during a song, among which there is Tre Cool (will be the only member of Green Day since that night). While runs the last piece of the 30 Seconds Lukish and took an incredible resemblance to a Big Babol because of tanning, things are looking bad. The strong wind gusts whip with the lights on stage and not a little dance ready-made tools of Green Day are covered with beautiful best. The first drops, frost, begin to fall but it is bearable and we are close to the stage, we will not give up the position. Then the storm is starting to seriously and there are cocks. The shaman also guesses the second prophecy.
Take the general stampede, and in the middle of the casino, flying under the water, we separate into two groups (I, House and Sandro on the one hand, Lukish, beans and other grain). The three of us, after several zigzag here and there in search of a shelter, find shelter under a tarpaulin to cover one side stand, which in turn must take up in turn to be there under. During the race I've seen of all: people under the truck, under tables, under the bins of Rudo. While we are "protected" (the quotes, given the amount of water, are a must), I witness scenes even better, people like that slips under umbrellas stuck closed and is still standing there. The most daring attempt to reach the exit of the park (remember, one km away from the central area of \u200b\u200bthe festival) and the people here indulges itself.
Some runs madly trying to dodge a wall of water falling from the sky, those who put forward by supporting an umbrella type giant tortoise Roman (have been at least thirty below!), Who tries lighter versions of the tortoise supported by tables with 6-8 people and models even more litigation, with 3 people that if traveling with a bench above your head. I have not seen Green Day, but some memorable scenes have eased the incazzatura. The rest of the story is quite something. We reach the car soaked, while outside the Civil Protection distributes hot drinks and blankets (it comes to drops in temperature of 10-12 degrees within two hours), and now we go back home a bit 'sad.
That concludes the second day, and the close quote Lukish to label the most of this bloody Sunday: "Perhaps the strangest days of my life."
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