Small Nation festival trip

The Small Nation festival has held in a farm surrounded by beautiful green hills and mountain of Wales near tiny village with old houses. Its about 400 to 500 people in this festival, it is really tiny compare to Glastonbury so I was quite surprised by difference between the biggest fest to smallest. There were only two stages, I could count the number of shops and places to eat and mostly young kids and family in the field. It was lively with performances like poi, juggling and fire show outside and some music till it gets dark. When the night has fall, it becomes really quiet and only the moon light was shining softly in the Small Nation field.

Three nights and four days, the Cafe Tango was the one most lively and opened till late, having some party its own. A path of one life is funny, this time we had Kara, who used work next door of my work Borsh vodka & Tears in Melbourne and her friend Simon, Lisa and Dain who I met in north India with the crew of Cafe Tango. And with Fin Jo John Raf and Josh, we made the best party out of the festival. The first day, we made the kitchen, painted the advertise menu and connecting gas and water blah blah blah has been busy. This time, we were making pizzas for the festival so that everything has been different from the Glastonbury. We had a wood fired oven that can go really hot so that we could make a pizza in 90 second in the oven. That was quite impressive. Then we had couple of drinks and the night has fall.

Next day, because of there were more catering business than we expect and much less people in the event we started the Cafe Tango really quietly. Still, we the Cafe Tango crew played great tunes and dancing and jumping, busting the small festival and whooped the atmosphere up into chaos. While I was free “it was quite free but” I went out to see some live and I did actually impressed by the local musicians from Wales. All day all night we sang songs, danced to noise made chaotic moment with everyone. We kept on going till sunrise, ended up with throwing chairs from cafe into the sky, tackling each other till we died.

The third day was also quiet as it was. But we all were tired from partying all day long. We passing out in the cafe during the running but it was really nothing we can do. Even the music was playing softly, and the small festival was even smaller as the faded memory of time we spent. We decided have a quiet night for the first night. Had some dinner together and we were chatting. Suddenly we got this idea of making a mushroom pizza. And Raf and Dan brought up mushrooms. Then Cafe Tango night has began. We sat for a while and chat to each other for a while. Then the moment of musical and magical time of trip has come. We brought some stuff from kitchen and started make some rhythm. The tune with whisk and strainer, rids of pots, tomato tins and wooden spoon. We were just so stupidly creative. Then Dane brought the singing bowl from Tibet out. That was the instrument of the night. The melodious tune of bowl has called Buddha from the rainbow, flying around like a goddess, burnt in my brain with color of rainbow, and every time when its singing tune gave me great trip and evaporated my mind into the other side of the world. If I say, it was about three, the tremble breeze from field invaded into the world of conscious waking us up from the sound of melodious bowl so we tried to make some fire for the heat. Although, when the city people do some bonfire, we do it in a tomato tins which Lisa has claimed but it did actually worked and we made our worm circle of friendship. Also we were attacked by manchies so we use slow brain to cook something out of left over from pizza and sticked them on coffee stirrer and had BBQ on the bonfire in the tomato tins. That was quite creative. Lisa brought some mash marrows and we made up this awesome pizza named Midnight Marador the mash marrow pizza with choco and nut topped with honey. Mmmh, that was something. Early in the morning, the field was surrounded by the fog which has been colored in deep blue and it welcomed the elegant sunrise for us. We looked upon the sky and waited for the sunshine to fulfill the day to finished. The vapor trail flying through the sky like massive a meteorites that can change the world, the warmth sunrise poured into the freezing air and the morning has arrived like nothing has changed.

It is a deserter to have perfect sunny day for live in a tent. The sunlight upon the tent changes the inside to hell of heat and wake up my exhausted body with sticky sweat. Heading towards my heavy body to a shower. The cold water gives me fresh feeling and had a breakfast with Jon. Then we started to tidy up the cafe slowly and slowly. The four days of beautiful sunshine days has gone like a typhoon and the square trace of the cafe was like an exit of a wonderland where we can not go back anymore as time and space and gave me creeps. And after, we all head back to Finn's dad place. It was the end of Small Nation trip.

Bit of Wales and Bristol

Wales

Tuesday, and Wednesday, we packed up the Cafe Tango kitchen into van and head back to Finn's dad house in Wales. This place was just as I needed. There is nothing but bit of forest and massive field with sheep and nature. Silence and fresh air treated me nice. Nice bed and huge space. After I lived in the tent, dirty and small space, I really had nice rest in Wales. Slowly, we packed out the stuff from the van and I had quiet days. I stayed in Finn's dad house for couple of days for the recovering from all those chaotic experiences and we head out to Bristol where Raf, Josh and Finn lives.

Bristol

It is a nice little town in England located in south west. People are friendly, the town is quiet and surrounded by lots of green hills and parks. It used to be a industrial place in the old days so there is a big port and many closed factories. And now, it became more arty and musical town in England. The houses, pubs and shops are colored with much street arts and beautiful paint, if there is a tunnel, there are covered in canvas with unique art. Lots of artist were born here as well. I am really glad to settle down here for a while instead of hectic London town.

When I arrived in this town, its about couple of weeks ago, there was a carnival called St Paul's Carnival. Which is completely chaotic street festival in Bristol. I stayed in friend's house during the day for recovering from Glasto hangover. I had a little bid of vodka and coke to started with, and head out to street. I could hear the music from the house, I had to see it even I have massive hangover. The street was packed with so many people, dancing, drinking and chilling out everywhere. The whole street was closed and open for festival. Lots of shops with food and drinks, massive speaker playing lots of different genre of music loudly, the street was really alive with madness and happiness. We hanged out in a park for a while, sitting, chatting and drinking. I got really drunk as soon as I started. Suddenly I woke up in someone's house party, I am not so sure how I get there but Finn was there and carried me home. That was my first impression of Bristol.

Next day, I had massive hangover, as well as Josh, Raf and Finn. We just sat down in backyard and killed hours and hours. I couldn't stop do things when I'm hangover so I decided to go for a bike ride. I was convincing share mates to go out for a ride but none of them wanted to go at all. After hour of persuasion, I finally convinced Raf to go out with me. He took me up to a hill and showed me the town from above, it was a de javu. A freakin beautiful town. Thats what I thought. We sat ther for a while then Raf found a mobile phone on a ground and we returned it to the owner. He gave us a pint of beer and had some chat in a pub. Then, we back down to town and Raf went into shops so I was waiting him on a street. Then coincidently, I met Kara on the street. She used work next door of Borsh Vodka and tears in Melbourne where I worked for a year. That was really funny encounter. We had a little bit of chat and I asked for work in festival cos Finn was looking for one more waitress for the next festival “Small Nation” on the weekend. It was cool, she was looking for something like that and she jumped in the crew for the small nation.

Next couple of days, I was just sitting on computer and looking for a van to own. But none of luck has happened. We had a BBQ in the house. The house mates made a BBQ crap out of bricks and it looks ridiculous but it did work well in the end. Had some meat but we didn't have any alcohol that night. We were pretty fucked. Then I spent couple of days doing relax, making accessories, playing guitar, like nothing just happened.

Fin and I went to shopping for Small Nation festival, food, catering and drinks to some kind of massive hippie ware house. It was cool to know those kind of mega store where people have dread hair, tattoos and fun attitude. After the shop, we head out to Wales, and o the way, we drop by someplace to pick up his sister's trailer. The road was beautiful, surrounded by the green farm and deep forest. Crossing the small villages with old housings.Then Fin's car was towing the trailer on a highway about 60miles a hour. The van just passed a corner and going down a hill with awesome views around. Suddenly, the van has started to wobble. Bit of shakes, going on other side of road, felt a bit of excitement. But, when I looked at Fin, his face was not joking. The trailer lost its control and started to pushing the van we on. Wobble and wobble, going over the road to the other. I never seem a drivers got such crazy handling in terms of balancing. The gravity was pushing me side to side. Then, BANG. We heard the massive sound from back of the van. The trailer came off from the van. Fin fixed the van's balance and back on the road, straight to stopped the van on the shoulder and looked behind. The trailer was crashed into a bush, the tires were squashed as a rubbish and we were completely anxious like a christ. I was glad that there wasn't any car coming towards to us at that moment. Fin called up some help. Couple of hours later, a massive towing trailer came to take the trailer out and we head back to Wales and finished the days. I am so happy that I still survived.