Asche Zu Asche

Evening all.

Final day of sloshing through yellow rivers, lying on ammonia scented dust perfumed lightly with fermenting regurgitated foodstuffs.

Strange day today, battered and weary as we were and plagued by the pollen, the car in the distant car park became a little place of Sanctuary and peace for us all at varying times throughout the afternoon. At varying times you could find a youth passed out in the back, or a pair of feet hanging out of a driver's side window, or leather clad chair owners congregating around the boot space sniffing and rubbing red eyes.

Didn't really get to take many pictures of bands today, the drawback of going in and out so much is you go through the interminable and largely pointless security checks, designed not so much to protect you but to protect the rights of the franchise's money making arm.

Hence a 750ml bottle of unopened water isn't allowed in, but a 500ml one is
No flagpoles but garden furniture is accepted in the form of comfy chairs.
And if any one else had tried to measure my camera lens to see if it was the allowed length i fear i may have had to produce a very different form of male measuring device.

Still, mustn't moan too much, all in all a spiffing time had by all ( i think, at time of writing we're still missing two members of our party, we shall become concerned if they haven't surfaced by Thursday or Friday)

Right, hot water and soap is calling me. (think the photo looks a little better large, or at least makes a little more sense)

night all


Rammstein