Camino Two: 7, Sprechen Sie Deutsche?

I’m getting behind with posts for Camino Two. You get pretty tired on this pilgrimage lark, walking seven hours a day. Then there’s laundry, sustenance, and socializing. Those are some of the reasons that you never seem to have enough time. The number one reason of course is the availability, and the price of, wine. Continue reading “Camino Two: 7, Sprechen Sie Deutsche?”

Benicassim 4: We Gotta Get Out Of This Place.

Last day in Benicassim and more importantly the last night of camping. Yay! At 7.00 a.m. I was already planning tomorrow. It’s gonna be sleep, peace, wine, a decent dinner and more sleep. The day went like the previous three. A cold, public shower, a walk into town, breakfast, beach, air conditioned bar, cold beer, mediocre food. Then back to the music. Continue reading “Benicassim 4: We Gotta Get Out Of This Place.”

Benicassim 3: It’s only Rock ‘n’ Roll But I Like It.

Needless to say, for the second night running, I had no sleep. Rip Van Winkle couldn’t have slept at the camp site. It would be a good place to bring patients out of comas. There is no gap between my tent, the two either side, and the three behind. The row opposite is barely a metre away. When I sneezed a disembodied voice said “Bless you!” Continue reading “Benicassim 3: It’s only Rock ‘n’ Roll But I Like It.”

Benicassim 2: I’ve Got Soul But I’m Not A Soldier

Down through the rubbish piles I walked to the shower block. Luckily it was almost empty. I couldn’t decide whether this was down to the hour (7.00) or just a suspension of hygiene regimes by my fellow festivaliers. Fear of the shower block itself may also have been a factor. Continue reading “Benicassim 2: I’ve Got Soul But I’m Not A Soldier”