(Happily sunbathing on Sunday at Whistler’s Green – a grassy area that overlooked the festival. A hand from a kind friend can be seen, to help me get up from my incredibly comfy sunbathing spot!)
Two weeks ago I was spending my first evening in a festival that was going to soon become my favourite festival, favourite place, favourite crazy little world, that I’ve ever experienced. Boomtown was an experience unlike any other festival (or event) I’ve been to before. It was beautiful, messy, exciting, exhausting, fun, mind-opening. I feel like a different person now than I did when I first stepped through the gates.
I danced to music that I hadn’t really listened to before, genres I hadn’t ever explored like hip hop, and old favourites like drum and bass that I hardly ever get to hear. Every day began with a fruit smoothie, a ‘shower’ using freezing cold water from the taps, sitting around camp drinking cider in the hot sun. Sticking glitter to our faces, dressing like aliens. Exploring all the different districts and microvenues, reading the daily BoomTown newspaper, visiting Grandma’s House, spending hours in the ‘bank’ trying to get a loan, working hard to earn BoomTown money. (It felt right at the time, but made us all stop and pause and think – what are we actually trying to get this for? Although it was a fun, albeit stressful at times, surreal experience as we had to keep pitching our business idea to try and get a Boomtown loan haha).