Womad festival 2011

As soon as I arrived, I got call from Finn that I have to be in the Womad camp site by tomorrow. Since I was expecting the break from all those hectic day, I felt shit with that call. Wake up in the next morning, tried to find the train to catch, called up John and asked him to pick me up, the another busy and chaotic days have began without listening to my condition of body. John and I stopped by a little town near Swindon to do some shopping for our dinner. The atmosphere of the town was really beautiful. I really wanted to stay for a day just to walk around. It was very old, traditional and calm. The sunset was laying my shadow down in red on the street has no name, the buildings are standing up through the time and I asked myself who I am. It was the moment that I recall my purpose of living to find out my value of myself and I drew me on the street as a traveler.

When we got to the site, Raf, Finn and Jo finished the marquee and I was relieved. I was too tired to build these things for the day. I past out right after the dinner and had bid of resting night.

The busy day has began. My role was in painting and I liked it. While everybody else was setting up the kitchen, I got massive board for front of the cafe, four ads board and have to fix some of the font and prices. For the massive board, Finn asked to draw anything I want. But I got only a day to finish them all. I was in a hurry for design and drawing and took me till 10pm about but I managed to finish them all. I would not say its a masterpiece but nobody complain so that I was happy. The has fall with sunset and a glass of vodka orange.

Day 1, Thursday. The goal is at least 200 pizzas to make it even. Since our cafe has been quiet in other festivals so that we have to sell 200 on Thursday 400 – 500 on Friday and Saturday to make it even. The business has been really hard on Cafe Tango. Finn counts on all the cost and divides into one portion for each pizzas. We were right in front of the main stage. We have a chance of success. The matter was that can we run this place that fast or not. John, Raf and I come down to cafe two hours before to make our work easier and prepare for the chaotic service. There were some costumers were walking around for curiosity and starvation and asking when the pizza starts. We all got together and prepared. The temperature of the oven went over the 350 degree. There were queue for the pizza so we started the pizza 15 minutes earlier than opening hour. It was busy starts. In the rhythmical drum & bass sound, we worked as fast as the tempo and danced, jumped and served the pizzas. The time flew like a wind, pizzas were never stopped even once to be carried into the oven and taken away with the flavor of pleasant on an assembly line system. The sun was colored in red on the east sky and suddenly I realized that the time has gone so far. Finn came back from his van after he count the number of the sell. He smiles and says that the sell was twice more than he expected. Everyone was tired but happy. We closed the cafe earlier and went out for celebration. We all went to a stuff party and got smashed in the venue. I was dancing around till I got lost from everyone and my memory. Suddenly I woke up with the heat of the tent, realize that I wasn't in my tent but someone's. There were two other girls around me but it seems nothing happened. I just lough to myself. Then I have to go back to work. Said bye to the girls and head back my heavy mind to Cafe Tango in the perfect sunshine day.

Everyone was suffering from hang over. We all were waking up in the table biting breakfast together slowly and unconsciously. I stretch my stiffed body and ready for work again. Played some up beat tune and jumped in the kitchen. We want to sell the pizzas twice more than yesterday yet have to ready for the chaos. We opened the Tango hour later than the business hour due to our painful condition and the hectic has began with massive queue for our pizzas. I have no idea how long we have been serving. There were no time for wee or smoke, not even a sigh. I took a glance at Raf, he was in a same movement like a robot making pizzas. That made me lough a lot. And told him, don't forget to put the most important ingredient the “smile” into pizzas, he was pressured a lot but hope that made him relax a bid. Anyway, the music has been up beat all the time, my legs and back are in pain. When I noticed, it was the sunset time. Tried some vodka, the strong alcohol actually woke me up and made me work hard, time to fight with mass production line of pizzas. I felt like the order will not stop forever. We all started lough because of exhaustion and alcohol. Finn smiles from income we making. The beat of the music was also got faster and faster towards to the madness. The alcohol went all of our mind. Gradually, the kitchen has become a party stage and we all got chaotic. Dnacing, Jumping and hustling. I was throwing pizza dough to Raf. He catches them nicely but blindly, put topping like a jazz pianist. Ben picks them up like a road labour shovels up ground, slicing them and packing them in the pizza boxes like a flash. Everyone was insane but pizzas were taking out like a music note flying in the sky. I wonder that has any one seen the kitchen with this hectic and musical. Cafe Tango was shaking in the tune with madness. The service went on till 3 or 4 in the morning. The sells was over 700, twice more than we expect. Its about that we served one pizza in a every minutes. We congratulate ourselves and I have passed out. Raf and Jo carried me back to my tent and I had really deep sleep with dream of making pizzas.

On the last day of the festival, the exhaustion, the pain and my conscious reached the limits of my tolerance that I felt absolute dead. Still, the weather was perfect in blue that made me feel awake. Then we put some crazy tune back again, we moved our mind back in business. Again, there is an endless queue of costumers. The day has began just same as yesterday. But, this time, we got more help from everyone that made our work much easier. It was about 10pm, we've been working like shit so that Raf, Jo, Marla and I fucked off from work and went out to enjoy the festival. We walked around, saw some concert and we went to play ground. We ride on spinning chairs and some other attractions. The view from the attractions, high up in the sky that I could see the entire festival site, accelerate in high speed that I could feel the fear of death; turned me back into kids and we totally enjoyed them. Those attractions are still entertaining even now. The night I spent time like a kid, I went to bed like a baby and took my conscious away into deep sleep.

I drawn in the dream of wonder and woke up in the heated tent with sweat all of my body in the morning, and I asked myself what the fuck just happened. I crawled out from the tent and the sun was welcoming me to the brand new day. I moved my ass to tidy up the Cafe Tango. I was having a breakfast in the same time. My sleepy head was too slow to act for anything. Took us about 5 hours to pack up everything, and there was not a trace of Tango but the square of dried out glass in yellow. John drove me back to Bristol and caught up with others. We had some beers in a pub and Indian take away. All I remember of the day was that the curry was yummy but bit too spicy.

Next day, we had a BBQ in a park called St Andrew's in Bristol with Tango crew and their friends. The park was crowded with lots of couples, families and people who practice juggling and some sort of dance. We just rested our fucked up body on the glass till the sunset with some meat and beer.