FEAR AND LOATHING IN CZECH REPUBLIC!

Here we are, and euh …We really start to wonder Tsjechie whats up with you? You guys seem to have parties all over the place, give a tired traveller a rest , please , i think I'm going mad :)
So there we were, going down hill enchanted by the view of the destination town there in the valley after spending one hour under the freaking tarp under the freaking rain under the freaking trees when we got thrilled at the sight of the camping sign… It even had a pool, wow!!! and it was cheap, and clean and had a bunch of people having fun and listening to music while bbqing and we had our cold beers and sandwiches and it was all perfect until now, 23h, and the drum and base party making us feel as crazy as if we were in a damn festival.Maybe they will finish the party soon as there are two party overdosed people here :) Or only one, Kelly says. But he had the privilege of finishing off my beer (the one i had not ordered, by the way). They are even playing the European national anthem. Crap, Kelly says, is there an European anthem? I thought that was a Carnival song. And we laugh, cause we are well humored people
 

HAHAHAHAHAHA :D

So it seems that when Kelly en Maria don't go to the party, the party comes to them. Babylon is chasing us and there is no rest for the wicked!!! We would love to embrace it and we would normally do that, but the extra efforts of making it all by bicycle plus the extra festival just the day before yesterday (plus the hangover day: we made it as far as 10 km, but we had to stop because the road seemed to go straight when it was very curvy and I've mistaken a red light for green more than one time ) are simply too much…
 

Oh, didn't we tell you about the extra festival we found just a few days after VIBE, called BREAKFEST?
So there we were, conquering this mountain in the hot sun, sweating, sticky and still not fully recovered from our last dancing excursion, when we heard music through the trees, right in the spot where we decided to have lunch.
And there they stood, colorfully shining in the sun: two french camper vans with matching technofreaks around it. 

 We were happy. Some company we think, we talk a bit, they ask something about breakfast. I go like "no, we are going to get lunch,  thank you , do you want some vodka, beer maybe?"
- No no if your are going to BREAKFEST ?

- What ?
- A festival. It's about 8 kilometers from here, straight and then in the next village you see signs.
Oh hell
………
Yeah, it took us two minutes to decide to make it there for one night: if you think about it a festival is just like a camping but with cool music and more people and dogs and we don't really have the obligation to party all night, right? We can just go a bit and go to sleep early, right? Sure we can do that...

A bit of talk at the gate and we entered with a nice price, so in we go... We really liked it, we didn't know anything from the djs or the music but it made us dance... We met some cool people and that is all we can remember. And now the idea of carrying vodka along the trip does not feel as appealing as before...

 

We've had GOA, a Breakcoretechno or whatever that was and now Drum and BASS mixed with local songs in a ten days period.
We are in the climax of our physical tiredness and our mental health screams for silence, just one night please!!!! Maybe its the moment to open the box of ear plugs... We need to sleep and it seems they need to party. Eh… Are we getting old or what?!

But then again, from a local BBQ to a full blown party is a cool thing to organize and to attend and the music is quite good and maybe we go to dance because after all it is never enough and... if they throw parties at you, what can one do? Maybe it is meant to be like this.

(Oh, gosh, how to write with the whole San Remo Festival repertoire as background music? HELP!)

What else? Ah, yeah, the state of our tent. Eh… Kelly took the promotion of our festival too seriously cause we run out of flyers and so he used black spray paint to write LOST THEORY in thick, capital letters in two sides of the tent. Maybe effective, but he regretted the morning after when we left the Festival and had to put the tent in a family camping.

 Until now the pesto stains made the tent look arty or just wet. Now we just look plain scary. We are slowly saying bye to our beloved tent as it will not survive this summer. It is not just about the graffiti but also about the fact the rain comes in and sleeping in a pool is not cool (nice rhyme, eh).

So to answer our own question, with which we ended the last blog entry: will we be able to do about a month without parties? Obviously not, it took us like three days to find another dance floor. Going to PARADISE Festival, too, by the way :)

Music has changed to happy hardcore now.

Some pics of the nice biking journey here!