Bumbag Motel

A bit of sex pistols reminiscence seeing john lydon play in ‘PIL’ on the last day.

Enjoying pizzas in the Glade, sooo good.

Happy to see Nick Cave in full swing, though we departed early to see the Smashing Pumpkins, where we learnt that Billy Corgan has not mastered wearing the right sized t-shirt.

Had final night exploration of the late night areas, with ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’ in Shangri-La, then the urban destruction site that is ‘District 9’.

Our camp crew all dressed up as Indians for the Saturday, and there seemed to compulsory ‘horse lips’ gestures for all of the photos too, hence why Smaill, me and Michelle look so wonderful here.

Billy Bragg hosted an acoustic set at ‘Leftfield’ stage, and had comedian Phil Jupitus do a cover of the song ‘sexuality’ – but it was instead called ‘bestiality’. Was very funny. Laughter tears soon turned sad though, as Amanda Palmer played a heart wrenching song on her ukulele next.

Cam and Morri in their Indian get up before we headed into the onslaught that was the Rolling stones – such an epic concert with a phoenix rising and gigantic audience. It was immense.

On Friday it all began, with this being the day of musical excitement as documented below.

TBA on the ‘Other stage’ was Beady Eyes, pretty much Oasis without Noel. They played a couple of their songs including ‘what’s the story morning glory’. Pretty funny seeing such a brit pop icon in the flesh, on the stage.

Amanda Palmer was a treasure and a true entertainer, above she is stage diving with an amazing cape flowing behind her. She wore a black bra and just wrote ‘yes’ on her stomach. All of their luggage was lost on their way to the uk, so there was some costume improvising. she is a brilliant lady, and so was her band – who were also sporting underwear and capes. We saw a great band called ‘the savages’ after here, but I seem to have not taken photos in my glee of their brilliant sound and all female line up.

Up the park stage to see Dinosaur Jnr wailing it out like never before.

Very excited to see lords of lightning – think mortal kombat, people fighting with electricity. it’ awesome.

Portishead was a must see for me, a dark soundtrack during high school years, but so powerful and impressive. ‘Machine gun’ was a song i was hanging out to hear and they delivered brilliantly, even with a bit of david cameron with red lasers coming out his eyes during the terminator part of the song.

Thursday started off with some food in the festival from ‘soup library’ where we sat by an old man who was having casual shots of whisky with his breakfast. Back to the campsite for some drinks, we were in ‘tangerine fields’, which is a pre-setup site just out of the festival. Meant that we had lot’s of space and good sized tents – you can see our 6 person tent behind cam and morri above.

Gumboots and ponchos on as the rain came down, giving ‘muddy lane’ its apt name. Cam’s Belgium museum poncho that he is sporting above, did not last the distance.

Into Glastonbury on the Wednesday night, the tents were already up and technical rehersals all go! Great to see it getting all set, and trying to absorb how insanely huge it all is.

Brought a bit of Belgium back to London with us in the form of delectable chocolates and macarons – which I tried for the first time! Great game trying to guess the flavours, quite the surprise!

These were enjoyed post a delectable cam cooked dinn dinns of pesto kale pasta. Lovely finale hang time with Pete and Jenni before they are back to NZ!

Final day in Belgium was spent strolling through the quaint cuteness that is Bruge, with its cobbled streets, crazy levels of old buildings, chocolatiers and beers.

No silly busines walking through here – it is a convent.

Non-applicable here though, photo shoots going on all over the show.

Sunday exploring in Brusssells took us to the museums, with Cam  and I checking out the surrealism at Magritte museum and Pete and Jenni frollicking through the park and checking out the military museum. Finished up in Place Flagey with many a more Westmalle (below) and stroll homewards by the University (above).

Saturday started with a stroll through well to do sablon and down to the flea markets at Place du Jeu de Balle, where there was an absolute treasure trove of goodies. I managed to limit myself to one purchase: a pottery butter holder of a very peculiar nature (water is involved). Above is Peter and Jenni enjoying a bier blanche with markets behind.

Strolled about the creepy massiveness that is ‘Palais de Justice’, gigantic statues, doors and pillars all round.

More beers along the way, and finally found ‘delirium cafe’ after some hussle down some busy side streets. Even busier here, but mammoth range of beers to choose from!