219 words on Haldern
While this year’s Haldern festival wasn’t the best one music-wise - with two of the headliners being bands I’m not too impressed by and The Flaming Lips not quite living up to the high expectations - it was nonetheless nice. Despite weather forecasts which looked dangerous, we remained dry and non-muddy.
We had great neighbours on the campground and generally the campground was surprisingly quiet and civilised. This may just be a consequence of the audience not being the youngest but even the young attendees seemed reasonably well behaved. Seeing that I tend to hate people by default, I consider it a surprisingly good sign that the people I met both a the festival and on the way there were likeable and interesting to get to know.
It’s also great that they learned from problems they had with rain at the festival in the past and covered the ground up to prevent things like ultra-muddy people or stuck cars from happening. Extra kudos go to the locals who do not seem to be annoyed by thousands of people invading their little village for a weekend but rather seem to think it about their party which many outsiders happen to attend because it’s so great.