A week ago at this time I was busy packing up to leave Ramfest 2014; Ramfest, where do I begin? It was beyond anything I had ever imagined it would be. My mind was blown, repeatedly.
I finally got my ticket on Thursday afternoon and then went to fetch the rest of the camping stuff that I needed from my mate on Friday morning.
And then the road trip out to Witfontein began, might I add that I did not realise how “far” it was…!
We arrived at the site and before anything else could begin I opened up an ice cold Savanna… and then another, and then another. Thank goodness for the men that were willing to put my tent up (had I needed to do it myself however, I would have) but I didn’t 😉
Angie and I did a little exploring of the surroundings took place so that we could know where everything was before we got too tipsy and we were set!
Vuvuvultures were awesome, totally loved their vibe! Gangs of Ballet, always been a fave. Practically broke my neck head banging to Facing the Gallows, and look I do not really listen to Heavy Metal at all, but I absolutely love listening to these guys, their stage presence is something else. From this point on everything went South, in other words I was having the time of my life.
I loved what I can remember of Foals and Biffy Clyro… yes, what I can remember. What I did in between Foals and Biffy, I have no idea, I presume I floated around like a festival gypsy. I am pretty sure I swayed about listening to Prototype and Heazer at the Olmeca Stage before I then decided to send myself back to my tent. How I managed to find my tent is beyond me, but I woke up in it the next day.
Waking up on Saturday morning was hilarious, partly because I was still drunk. I missioned with Wes to go find the toilets and to go buy much needed coffee from one of the stalls, which was rather unsuccessful, but some friendly (clearly seasoned) festival campers saw us and offered us some coffee on the way past, I obviously looked like I needed the coffee in my leopard print PJ shorts! haha.
After eventually finding food I then decided it was time to sleep again, which was perfect because it started to rain and I was feeling like the dogs breakfast.
When I resurfaced out my tent I was ready for round two, and my mate Chantal had also arrived from Jozi so I had another partner in crime.
We went to the stages to go listen to the bands that were playing, Man As Machine were cool, heard them before, not the hugest fan. Loved Martin Rocka & The Sick Shop, Newtown Knife were good, did a little bit of that festival gypsy nonsense and THEN SHORTSTRAW. I can lose my freaking mind when I listen to them, in fact I did lose my mind. I am a proper groupie for them. I heard Pestroy from a distance, it was their last show for a while.
It was at this point on Saturday that sh*t really did go South and I floated from one stage to the next, pouring one drink after another into my cup. Trivium, Fuzigish and Killswitch Engage were disgustingly awesome. I blame them for having a seriously swollen throat on Sunday morning from screaming and singing, and for stiff calve muscles from bouncing, a lot of bouncing.
The rest of the night was spent dancing like crazy child at the Olmeca Stage, how I survived it back to my tent at the end of Saturday is also another clueless one, at least I did not wake up in a ditch of mud. I felt like I had been hit by a bus when I woke up on Sunday morning, my throat hurt, my back hurt, my legs hurt and my head hurt. I believe I had survived and won my first Ramfest.
Chantal and I broke camp down as fast as we could so that we could get home to Jo’burg after we woke up and my lovely car decided not to start, it was a painful 40 minutes before it finally managed to start and I could head back home alone. The road was muddy, my head was pounding, I felt sick, I needed sleep, I needed food, I needed my bed. I was interested in absolutely no human interaction at all.
I WILL BE GOING TO RAMFEST NEXT YEAR. But first, this year, I need to get to Sowing the Seeds and to OppiKoppi, and this time I will know what the hell to pack and expect.
Ramfest 2014 – EPIC! Another bucket list tick!