8 August
2015
As mildly traumatic as it is waking up in 5 layers of clothes in a state of humid confusion surrounded by a tent and the nonsensical conversations of your neighbours outside, there’s something reassuring about the situation: you know you could only be at a music festival, you somehow managed to get some sleep and that the sun is now up and it’s time you were too.
My Saturday at Oppikoppi went a little like this…