Cue coughing fit! That’s it I’m home from Benicassim an absolute broken women. Broken in health especially with this annoying cough but mostly broken with Benicassim Blues! TAKE ME BACK! I know that’s a very cliché thing to say when arriving home from holiday but I can honestly say Benicassim Festival was the best week of my life. A week full of cheap alcohol, hardcore nights and foodless days all resulted in the best memories but worst health haha but who cares I’ll sleep when I’m dead!
Having arrived at the camp at 1 in the morning, we managed to grab a drunk boy who put up our tent for us whilst we drank his Vodka. ABSOLUTE RESULT! Despite having travelled the whole day we hit the camp bar and the 1 litre beer whilst we mingled with the other campers before crawling in to the hard rock floor of our tent at six in the morning. Thank god we decided to invest in a lilo for the other nights because I tell you now rocks are not comfortable!
So sleepless nights and camping in 38 degree heat with no shade aside let me get down to the music business. Mosh pits galore, me and my friends danced the nights away to Dizzee Rascal, Rudimental, Artic Monkeys, Bastille, The Killers and many more. When dancing to Zane Lowe I can officially say I found dance moves I never knew I had before! I belted my heart out and raved the nights away and you can definitely tell by the sound of my voice. Marge Simpson ain’t got nothing on me. The atmosphere was unbelievably wicked and everyone was just so chilled and friendly and made the whole time unforgettable. Nonetheless with the bigger acts peaking around midnight you were absolutely smashed before entering the arena especially when you’ve been downing three euro vodka or should I say three euro nail varnish. I became so smashed some nights I ran around the tents like Gollum and even fell on someone’s tent! OH ELIZABETH!
So in regards to camping yes you lived in your own shit and yes you stunk of piss and even with the million showers I had a day there was no way of removing that clay crap off my body but who cares when you’re sunning yourself in that sun and lazing around by the beach preparing yourself for some class acts in the evening. When I mention lazing about the beach I mean trying to find any possible shade around which usually meant lying on the pavement under a tree. I wouldn’t do this at home, you know just whip out a towel on the street and snuggling up for a snooze but anything went in Benicassim. One day I even took a roll mat in to the shower block and slept there with the water on- think this was the best idea I had all week. With all this no shade malarkey I can honestly say it wasn’t festival fashion envy I was getting even though there was some serious style and flowers it was tent envy. Seriously those jammy buggers with their massive gazebo’s and ten man tents! WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE! SERIOUSLY I WAS DYING THEY COULD HAVE AT LEAST SHARED!
So overall Benicassim was just the most amazing week EVER and I would recommend it to anyone who is looking for the funniest week of your lives with alcohol and best friends, I still can’t stop laughing from all the antics. You can even dress like an absolute dick and prance around like one with no one caring for instance I thought I looked so bloody cool wearing a flower garland in my hair and around my neck!
On a final note here are my Benicassim Survival Tips:
1.Drink the camp orange juice every morning when you’re dying it’s a saviour
2.Buy yourself a massive tent with lots of shade
3.Dance outside of the Red Bull tent because you will die from overheating inside
4.Don’t attempt to walk to the beach
5.Buy a tent just for your cases because trying to get ready in a tent full of lilo’s, dirt and bags is not fun and you just end up smelling 24/7
