Almost every morning in FistCamp
we were awakened by the German neighbours
playing German marches and marching outside
their camp with a sword! Sorry Püffi,
but some of your fellow countrymen are such
idiots!!! Especially these guys!!!! They later
on threathened to burn down our tents.
While we had to endure German
marches for a quite long time each day, the
Germans had to endure our endlessly sing-along
jamming sessions in our camp. There was not
a day without singing the same songs and banging
away on that bongo drum for hours on end.
Stig managed to do a "Fredde2"
(meaning: falling asleep in one of the blue
toilets pissed drunk) and scared the shit
out of MayLiss when he didn't return to camp
after the SouthPark movie. So today he's wearing
yellow so we won't loose him, and the "sorry
i fucked up"- roses are in MayLiss' lap!
Surprisingly many from the
chat managed to find FistCamp on their own.
One after another stubled into our camp day
and night. Some people we just met around
the area, not knowing they camped that close
The best part of being in FistCamp
was just sitting there with all these lovely
people, listening to music (or making it ourselves)
and have a few beers. Though we were less
people that came to the festival this year,
FistCamp was still full!
And just as last year there
were people who brought their drums and just
sat down and played with us for a little while
before they wandered off to the next little
Both Frank and PJ had brought guitars,
and the two drums were bought when the stalls
opened. We did try to play CD's for a couple
of days, but gave it up as the batteries
just went flat in notime.
Smooooochie! Peace and Love
After Stig and MayLiss bought
the beerpool we always had a big supply of
cold beer. People coming to our camp even
got to trade their warm beers for our deliciously
cold ones. And into the pool with the warm
ones...to cool them down.
I think MayLiss actually would've
liked to bath in that pool, but we all figured
it served a better purpose as beer- and fotpool.
One of the late nights in FistCamp
before the festival started we had a very
onetrack session of drumming. Those of you
coming from Norway are well familiar with
"Åpen post" and the term "Midtnytt"....right?
Well...for several hours we
played those drums in a certain beat singing
the one word song of FistCamp...."dunkadunkadunk
MIDTNYTT dunkadunkadunk MIDTNYTT...."
I guess the neighbours didn't approve too
much, cuz the next day one of our drums was
stolen. But PJ just bought a new one hours