Rocking the Ram

Everyone said that I should start blogging, so I’ve decided to take heed and conform to the ways of the blogging world. What better time to start then with a tale about some alternative punk-rockers and tree hugging hippes getting lost into a world of beats and tunes. Yes, Ramfest!

Jumping into the car in the early hours of the morning and filling it with cheese grillers, coke and an enormous amount of excitement, we were soon on the road singing along to songs of the first CD we decided to pop into the player and off we were: Officially on the Road 

After two hours of driving around, getting lost, seeing one too many ‘stop&go’ blocks we eventually arrived at the gates to our Rock-filled Kingdom and with one bright orange band sealed around our wrists, we were allowed to enter through the gates.

True to Ramfest history, though the masses hadn’t yet arrived, Friday was not disappointing. Walking through the tents of drunks, singers, smokers, tanners and semi-naked people we found the perfect spot to pitch up our tent; underneath a big fat tree willing to shade us as if our lives depended on it. To our left we could see the main stage, to our right was easy access to the showers and bathrooms and directly in front of us was the main pool and small splash pool (which at that time stunk of rotten feet).

After setting up camp, we decided to get ourselves something to drink – aka alcohol – and this is what we found on the way:

Hot and bothered and NO alcohol in hand we walked back to the tents and decided to sleep the time away (it was only 11am) and get ready for the long night ahead when everyone else arrived. Just as we got into the tent, our neighbours came “knocking” on our tent-flap and said, “Don’t be anti-social, come drink with us!” and hence the drinking began. My lovely new, very talkative friend Aimee handed me a beaten and bashed cup and said one word: DRINK. It tasted like thick raspberry juice and pasted a big cheesy smile on my face instantly– I loved it! Once she watched me down the first glass, her boyfriend topped it off and they both got comfy in front of my tent and started explaining the drinking rules and so my night turns into a blurr.

There was loud music, crowds, so much noise that your ears were ringing even when for the slightest moment the music would stop and all of a sudden…. I woke up in my tent, feeling very dizzy, very slurry and very drunk. I rolled to the tent-flap, peeked outside and from what I could tell the night was still young – How do I know? The campsite was deserted. Waking Richard up we both stumbled in the dark and continued with the party – we even ended up stomping up a storm cloud at the TranceTriangle before we decided it was time to head back to the Main Stage.

Saturday morning came very unwelcomed as the heat was seeping into our tent and it wasn’t even early afternoon. People were making incredibly loud ‘Wake the fuck up!” noises outside and yet again, I noticed I had somehow gotten back to my tent and had apparently fallen face first onto my pillow and was fully dressed in last night’s clothes. Three words come to mind: Thank You Richard!

After getting the fattest egg, bacon and onion roll for breakfast; we headed back to the campsite where everyone had already pulled their beds onto the grass outside. Needless to say we joined everyone like sheep and flopped like a batch of pancakes in the heat. We didn’t have long to wait before we had the Somerset West crew making enough noise and attracting the strangest attention, and before long the wine bottles were out and the drinking began. Summies Crew = 1 | The Heat = 0

Before the sun had set, the great ideas started flowing in and before we knew it, Laura got a piercing! A very brave lady considering they didn’t numb it at all and well… the guy doing the piercings and tattoos looked very happy and very drunk. The piercing allowed us to welcome Vodka to join us in our late afternoon merriment and shortly after that I’m pretty sure dry red with Tang came to say hello, closely followed by an over eager Jack.

Somehow through the journey, we landed up in front of the main stage, ready to watch ‘Funeral For A Friend’. Right next to the mosh pit, we could literally feel the spray of spit from Matt Davies as he yelled encouragement at his eager mob of followers from his pedestal on stage.

Ramfest. Yes, it wil happen again.