Are you ready to RoCK?!

Rock Werchter 2007 line up

Because I look like such a criminal, my bags were searched and we missed our Eurostar train to Belgium. After sitting around for 3 more hours we were finally on our way. Arriving in Belgium we followed the endless trail of festival-goers (a ridiculous amount of which were Aussie) to the small town of Leuven, most of which had been fenced off from the seething horde of people.

Our next mission was to find space for our luxurious 2 man tent in the packed camping grounds. Thanks to being delayed for 3 hours by French customs, this wasn't easy as it was 3:30pm by the time we got there. 5km from the actual site of the festival, we finally found a tiny space behind a bunch of Germans, right at the ass end of one of the most distant camping grounds. I was getting antsy as we could hear music blaring, so we headed off to check out the festival.

Green's first act at one of the best rock festivals of all time, was to go to sleep. Yep. 5pm in the afternoon and he f*cking pikes it. Nice one green.

As you can see the queue was pretty formidable, but I bided my time and finally made it inside.

Over the next four days we drank a ridiculous amount of beer, ate absolute trash for breakfast lunch and dinner and soaked up the wicked atmosphere. European festivals are a lot more chilled than what I've experienced back home, probably because everyone's constantly smoking ganja and barely anyone is f*cked out on pills/speed etc.

One night we met this Belgian chap called Lars. As we all made our way through the crowd to Pearl Jam, he drops behind. When I look behind me to see what he's up to, I'm presented with the image of Lars standing in the middle of the crowd with his c0ck out pissing into the midst of the people around him. It doesn't take long for the nearest victim to notice and start having a go at old mate Lars. As this dude grabbed him by the throat, Lars' response was to spit in this guys face. After lolling for a good few moments we moved on and left Lars to his fate. Godspeed Lars, we'll always remember you buddy. /salute

In one of the many beer tents on the long trek back to the campsite we met up with a few more random Belgians and I began educating them in the fine art of Australian Coarse Language. As you can imagine, much of the conversation was made up of the three words 'f*ck' 'sh!t' and 'c*nt'.

Needless to say they were soon experts in this exclusive method of communication known only to a privileged few.

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