The same night as I wrote my last post I went up to hear a few concerts, The first of which was a heavy metal band, Danish, but I did not know them. They were quite good, but because I had too much water in my boots and because my feet were starting to hurt, I had to turn around and go back to camp. I went back to where my tent was, I opened my tent and when I picked up something, I noticed that the bottom of the tent was floating on a cushion of water. I picked up a few cans of beer. Drank them and made my way up to the music area again. It was a hard trip, it had started to rain again and I had water in my boots. I couldn't get rid of the water, there was more and more of it. My clothes were soaked and i was starting to get a rash all over my body, especially where I had it come into contact with the sandy mud. I had placed a few plastic bags in my boots, at first it was a weird experience, my feet were cushioned by water, but at some point the water had dribbled down into the plastic bags, I feelt as if I was slipping inside of my own boots. I went somewhere and got something to eat. I then headed for the festival music. I was checked at the gates for beer, something not allowed in the music area.
I then saw Bjork, I had to empty my boots every 20 minuttes, it was becoming unbearable, I wasn't enjoying it at all. THe rash was getting worse.
I saw then a few jazz numbers and some ethnic music, I loved the music, but now I had a real hard time walking, the rash had creapt up to my thighs. When the last number was over, I went to a stall, I got a few swedish meatballs with lingon sauce. I love swedish meat balls.
I then decided that after I had gotten a few beers I would go to the first aid tent, so I went back to the camp.
I looked for my tent and I could only find the top of it, it had sunken into a lake of mud, I opened it and found a few beer cans on the lake inside. This is where I broke down, this was too much, i had 3 beers, there were still about 40 under about 1 meter of mud and water.
Enough was enough, I wanted to go home, so I asked one of the guards about when the trains leaved and promptly made my way to the exit.
In order to make my way out of the festival, I had to go through the music area, where my last beers were taken from me, by this time I could only walk at half-zombie speed, the rash was really severe. I walked to the main road it took sometime and I asked someone how to get to the station, the guard said that I should take the bus, the bus was 2km away, so I walked as fast as I could to where the bus was supposed to drive from. When I arrived there I found out that the bus didn't drive for another hour, so I might as well walk to the station, apparently it was only 2km from where I got the advice from the guard to take the bus. 4km later I was at the station amongst several hundred unhappy souls. I waited there for an hour or so. THen came the train, it drove me to the station in Copenhagen, there I waited another few hours until the break of dawn. Then I waited half an hour for the first coffee shops to open, if there ever was anyone in need of coffee, then it was me.
With a national geographic, a cup of coffee, 2 Danis pastries and chocolate drink in hand, I drove back to Esbjerg, from where I waited half an hour until my brother collected me, this was followed up with a trip in a taxi home.
My exma was far more sever than I thought at the time, I also had cuts and bruises from top to toe, despite that, if you ask me if I ever would want to go to Roskilde again, then I would have to say YES. Next time, I will just have to sleep in a boat.
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