Woodford

Woodford

So, I'll start of by writing that I have been back in Sydney for a week now and thinking about this entry I really should have wrote it when I arrived home. I miss the country and all my friends still living there. I saw heaps of old friends from high school while at Woodford and all I wish I could hang out with on a regular basis. Unfortunately, I can’t, which is a shame because they are all unique and beautiful people. Qualities that are hard to find in Sydneysiders. The gang, the people I went with. Hhmmm ... well, two things contributed to not the most ideal crew. However, that been said, it kind of paved the way for me to get out there and amongst it on my own. Which is not a unique experience for me, because, well, we all know I’m somewhat of a lone ranger? It’s hard to form some sort of a connection with the people you are with if their ideals are different to yours. If your out look on the festival is different. What do you hope to achieve while here? What do you seek from the festival? I wanted to try to get out there amongst it as much as I could. I did, this is something that I’m proud of myself for doing. However, it would have been good to be able to share that with someone. Not the whole time, just some of the time. Be able to sit in the chai tent with someone who I could hold hands with and fall asleep. I remember the second night I was there I went out (on my own) and saw a few bands and at this point I was really tired because I hadn’t had adequate sleep in about three days, I was sitting at the Grande listening to Hermitude play and I was writing a letter to my friend. All I was writing was I felt so tired I should probably go back to my camp and get some sleep. When walking back making my way through the festival (it’s quite big) I thought I will just bypass through the Chai Tent to see if there was anyone I knew there. I sat down and over heard the group next to me talking about weed. I asked if they had any weed I could buy and I joined them. We were all sitting around the table and they said no sorry, the only weed we have is for personal use. Then one guy from across the table gave me a little bit of weed. I offered to pay but he said no don’t worry about. It’s a gift, from me to you. I said thank you and was quite content. We all made small talk, you know, the usual, where are you from and the like. Then Jeremy said lets go back to camp and smoke some weed. Leah would you like to come? I said sure. While on our way back to their camp site I asked one how they all knew each other, he said oh well I only met them last night and we just bumped into each other again tonight. I was like wow thats so cool. Woodford is very much the place for meeting new people. He said, yeah, thats for sure. He went on the explain that he was here with three others but while at Woodford he hadn’t really hung around them much because he wanted to get amongst it all and experience as much as he could and meet new people. Then I said well the Chai Tent is the place to be (it really is) it’s like all the cool cats and like minded people come together at the Chai Tent. He said yeah they sure do. He also said it’s perfect for afternoon naps. (brilliant tip, I had an afternoon there everyday from then on in). Once we got back to their camp site we all smoked a joint and talked. Daniel went back to his camp first then five minutes later I said I should head back to mine too. We all exchanged emails and wished each other a happy Woodford. On the way back to my camp I was walking through tent city and from one tent I could hear the sounds of a couple in the midsts of passion, I chuckled.  When I got back to my tent everyone was asleep and by this stage I had managed to fight the sleep and find the energy to keep going. I rolled a joint and sat on the hill and wrote in my journal with my eyes closed. Not about anything in particular just what ever thoughts came into my mind. I must have sat there for hours. That morning I watched the sun rise then passed out. 

To be continued... I haven’t even started on the first night I was there, which was the best night of my life I may add.