Rock am Ring- The Journey Begins

After the Frequency Festival and how noisy it was, I had no desire to experience another 3 day rock concert event. However, after weeks of listening to Jordan and Greg talking about Rock am Ring, and Jordan's friend was going too, I started to feel like if I stayed behind, I would be missing out on a lot of fun. So, I changed my mind.

Rock am Ring was a lot further away than Frequency, so we had to catch a plane, then a train, and then finally a bus. Frequency was so well organised that we were very surprised when we arrived at the train station to see no signs whatsoever about the concert. There was a stream of people heading in the same direction so we figured they were a good bet, and trailed after them.

After talking to several people, we were happy to discover that yes we were in the right place but we still had a lot of head scratching ahead of us. There were still no signs about Rock-am-Ring, and the bus schedule said that the last bus was at 9pm. Eh? It was now 9.30pm. Hmmm.

There were lots of us there, and there were 2 buses in the lot which we were hoping like hell were for us. Finally, one of the buses rumbled over about 10pm. No-one was allowed to stand on the bus, which made me wonder why, considering the large number of people still left on the footpath, people's bags were allowed a seat, but we humans weren't.

As you can imagine, we were starting to get rather annoyed. Especially when that bus left, and the next bus didn't roll up until more than an hour later. There was no sign of another bus in the offing so we were a tad worried that after all this mucking around, we'd still be out in the cold, after midnight, in a strange city.

Well, the powers that be, decided they didn't want to have to run another bus so they crammed the rest of us on the bus. So much for the regulations. We were lucky to get a seat. We didn't realise how lucky until we got on the road, and were held up in traffic, and the trip took 2 to 3 hours!?! Who's running this monkey outfit?

Our final thrill was trying to squeeze ourselves into what little space remained on the tiny campgrounds available. Our tent ended up a little lopsided, but at 3am in the morning we didn't have enough energy left to care. The girls ended up with a nice place.

Lucky everyone was so well-behaved and understanding. We thought we had encroached on our neighbours space and you couldn't possibly fit a fly in the area left, so it was funny to unzip our tent, and see another tent 2 inches from ours.

What on earth were the organisers thinking?headscratch, headscratch.