Yes, I'm Going to Splendour and I Want Everyone to Know About It.
If I haven’t already told you (and I probably have), in just under two weeks, I will be setting off with one of my nearest and dearest to Byron Bay for Splendour in the Grass 2018. And I couldn’t be more excited.
Spending five days on the East Coast, soaking up some of the best music acts in the world, some sunshine (hopefully) and for the first time this year, having an actual holiday. Yes, I have been over East quite a few times in the past year, however, each and every time it was all ‘go go go’. Not that Splendour will be relaxing exactly, but it is a complete break from the hustle and bustle of city life, of uni life, of work life, of social life. Five days of fun. And I can’t wait, after checking my first 15 Instagram stories this morning, where each and every person was either in Mykonos, on the Amalfi Coast or under the Eiffel Tower. Don’t get me wrong - if I was there I’d be posting it on all social media channels just like every other person from Perth. And honestly, who can blame them, I’d swap this rain for cocktails in Santorini in a heartbeat. Anyway, that is beside the point.
The point is, I have never been to a ‘camping’ festival and actually camped. I’ve dodged the camping thing at Southbound, Falls, Groovin the Moo - you name it, I’ve slept in an actual bed. In fact, I haven’t been camping since Year 9, back when I had zero control of my limbs and had absolutely no filter. Nothing much has changed. It’s not that I don’t like camping - I actually quite like the idea of waking up to the morning light, cuddling up in a sleeping bag, and really getting back to nature. However, festival camping is not like normal camping. You’re surrounded by every other drunk idiot (including yourself) trying to fumble around in the dark looking for their identical tent amongst thousands. You can’t just plug your phone in to charge, and never mind use your hairdryer (and trust me, this is an essential for any girl with a fringe like mine), and all you want is a shower. Well, at least that’s what I’ve heard it’s like.
And so, one must begin a packing list that will equip me for everything and anything that Splendour has to throw at me. And packing is nothing short of an extreme sport for an event such as this. Those close to me know I am the girl that has EVERYTHING with her at all times. Sore throat? No worries I have Strepsils on hand. Chapped lips? I’ve got a variety to choose from, would you like Paw Paw, Burt’s Bees, minty flavour, berry flavour or vanilla? Headache? Look no further I’ve got Panadol, or Nurofen if you prefer. Hole in your dress? Don’t worry I’ve got a safety pin. Hair a mess? Need a mirror? I’ve got a two in one brush and mirror compact. Bad breath? Would you prefer a chewy or a hard mint? Crying? Don’t worry we will wipe up those tears with a tissue, clean up that eyeliner with a cotton bud and cover those bags with some concealer.
Ok you get the gist.
But a five day (yes we are camping for five days) long festival? Now this is simply a whole different ball game. Not even I, queen of packing and organisation, is prepared for this. So, I am going to offer my fellow festival goers (say hi if you’re out there) the five things that I believe you’ll need this SITG, that probably aren’t apart of your usual list.
And on that note, my final piece of advice for my fellow Splendour campers is to bring a backpack/rucksack, even if it means digging out your mum’s one from her Euro Summer ’92 trip. No one wants to see you drag your Samsonite suitcase through the mud.
I hope this helps any of you, who like me, are fellow SITG 2018 campers and who are only slightly stressed that there is only twelve days until the camp grounds open up for a winter free for all like no other. Keep your eyes peeled for more Splendour content over the upcoming weeks, and let me know if I may or may not run into you in hippy central of Australia and the world, Byron Bay.