Crazy camping cosiness

Saturday night, a few minutes to nine, a record in fence toppling was broken. By noon Sunday the great horde of expectant festival-goers had established themselves ready for Roskilde Festival ’09.

By Søren Folke
Translated by Sara Marie Atkinson

The dust is already rising from beneath the many feet in the camping area. From all over, the sound of everything from hard techno music to schlager songs rolls out over the tents. The guys are recuperating over the third case of beer, and the girls have donned bikinis and are baking in the sun after the rigours of the preceeding night.

Alternative summer pursuits

A frisky young fellow from Funen lets his enjoyment of the lack of clothing on the female festival-goers ring out from the shadows by the fishing lake.

”Bloody hell, there are a lot of ladies. It’s bloody brilliant!”

Many places the games of Kuub, the petanque balls and the footballs have been let out of their bags and put to use, often with cold beers as stakes. Other places more alternative summer pursuits have been pulled out.

”There’s not a lot of point in musical chairs when there is a chair for everybody”, it comes from a lad in a circle in the middle of one of the walkways.

”We have already been drunk once and slept once. And now we are drunk again,” a young lad confesses as he races round in a violent round of the classical game musical chairs.

Most of the settlers in place

Because the fence fell early, the stream of settlers with full equipment is now very limited, and the entrances have gotten most of the day’s newcomers through. The few that still trudge down the walkways between the fences already have a camp in place.

”Our friends arrived yesterday and saved us some space, so there’s no reason to panic,” a young couple says.

It otherwise resembled panic when the rumour spread that the fence toppled over early. Just after 9 p.m. Nørrebrogade in Copenhagen was marked by backpack-carrying young people who hurriedly attempted to hail cabs.

”We were at Frederiksberg when our buddy called and told us that the fence had fallen. 45 minutes later we had set up our camp,” a young man smiles outside his already wrecked camp.

People are in place, and the camping cosiness is intact. And so, with the prospect of sunshine all week and copious amounts of beer, the festival euphoria has really taken its hold over the festival-goers. Roskilde ’09 is under way.

The games of Kuub - photo: Per LangeMusic of chairs
 
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