LOW TO THE LANDS
Fuck yeah, Lowlands was too fucking beautiful. At Thursday the day of backpacks and tent-poles started. A day with wine, a lot of sun and with even more happiness, a true party. After an hour we settled down at our neighbours and danced the whole night. The next day we woke up with the sun in our heads. With goosebumps on my arms and tears in my eyes: Ben Howard, Ed Sheeran, The Black Keys, Movits!, Blaudzun, Ane Brun, EPROM, Skrilex, The Kyteman Orchestra, The XX, Miike Snow and Modeselektor as highlights. I danced my feet to hell in the Silent Disco (the queue was even the funniest). An artist painted our body's at Converse (as you can see on my photos). Sunday. The hottest day since 1944, 38 degrees. All I can say about this day is water, shadow and a waterfight with hundreds of people. While the sun was going down, we were going up. I ended that night in the woods. A peaceful place to wake up. Did I already mentioned that I've met the singer of Chef' Special? He's so nice! For now I'm going to take some sleep and miss all the hilarious, nice and lovely people. Thanks, thanks, Lowlands!
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jij omschrijft het echt gewoon perfect.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenLowlands was ook gewoon perfect!
Ik heb duizend keer spijt dat ik niet ben gegaan.
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