So yesterday I finally got home from Splendour in the Grass, a pretty awesome music festival held at Byron Bay’s Parklands in New South Wales (which is why I didn’t post on Sunday, sorry guys). But amongst seeing one of my favourite bands right now – the 1975 – I did have to slum it in the camping grounds for six days.
Now don’t get me wrong, camping at a festival can be fun. It definitely gives an extra bit of something to the experience and who doesn’t like camping, really? But there can also be some downfalls to sharing a camp ground with a bunch of reckless, drunken strangers for just under a week. Here are some of the best and worst things about the experience – and yes, they oddly come hand in hand.
Camping away from the toilets.
This is obviously the best thing to do when it comes to the stench. Every time I walked towards the drop toilets of doom, I couldn’t help but feel gut wrenching pity for all those tents nearby. If I could smell them as I walked over, they could smell them permanently. Gross. I couldn’t think of anything more disgusting to be honest.
The downfall? Having to wake up in the middle of the night and either face the dangers of walking all the way to the toilets alone – and if you have an imagination like mine, that means obvious murder or kidnapping – or the pain of holding it in all night. I actually don’t know which one was worse, I tried both.
Choosing a secluded spot in the corner to pitch your tent.
There is nothing worse than being in the walkway of a camp ground. With stumbling drunks walking into your tent and potentially falling on your head while you sleep (yes, this actually happened to me this year), camping tucked away in the corner would seem like the better option, right? Wrong.
Turns out people turn into vile animals when they camp at a festival and decide that that walk to the toilets is just too far and instead, your tent becomes the toilet. No joke. If you don’t like the permanent smell of piss then opt for a more central location. People are gross.
Being able to socialise 24/7.
Seriously, people in these campsites never sleep. Which is great if you feel like being an insomniac social butterfly for six whole days. One of the best things about festivals is definitely how friendly people can be. Everyone is there to meet new people and there is always something going on to help you do that. But there comes a point, maybe on the second or third night when all you want to do is sleep peacefully. And that just isn’t going to happen.
Bringing enough food to avoid excessive festival prices.
When we rocked up to the campsite with all of our food, we thought we had beaten the prices. Ha, we thought, we won’t be spending $10 on a burger this time. No way. We have all the food we need. And to be fair, we did. But do you truly understand the pain of washing pots and pans with a bottle of water and some kitchen roll? If you do then you understand why my boyfriend and I still managed to spend $300 on food over the week.
I think it is safe to assume that if you’re camping at the festival and you can’t run on three pots of noodles a day, then you’re going to have to spend money on food. Yes, it is a rip off and yes it sucks, but there is no chance you’re washing up every day when it’s that difficult and you’re that hungover. Sorry, but it’s true. Definitely budget for festival food prices.