Unknown Festival 2013, What I know...Part 2

So you've read up to where myself and Dave Collins had just oddly ran/quick walked with all of our luggage, to the coach area where we were going to simply get on the festival coach to go to Croatia, but even this was confusing...for us.

By the way if you are reading this and your wondering what the hell I'm talking about, do note that this is part 2 of my review of my time in Croatia at Unknown festival...So I would advise you to read part 1 to fully understand what the devil is going on.

The end of part 1 saw the picture of the photo bomb guy, with our coach in the background, that me and Dave were assuming we were getting on. Here's how it went...

We joined a fairly large queue from practically everyone on the flight to get on the coach. As the first coach leaves, me and Dave have our transfers checked. As I am typing this right now, I am looking at my transfer ticket....and the first bit of confusion for us was that on our transfer e-ticket, it simply says:

 '8th September 17:45 - 20:15, Trieste TO 

UNKNOWN FESTIVAL (2 people)'

So when finally greeting the coach driver to assist with our luggage, he asks us with poor english:

Driver

"Amarin? Valdaliso? Villas Rubin?"

Me

"Erm, Unknown Festival...Camping"

Driver

"No no, no coach"

As odd as this sounded to me and Dave, Im sure it sounds pretty odd to you, I turn around and ask the rep what was going on, he then tells me that the camping is at Amarin.

Me

"Amarin! Amarin!"

Driver

"okay, okay."

As we got on board and waited for everyone else to be checked, the rep comes on board to greet us all. The rep then goes on to tell us that the coach ride would be around an hour and a half, and there was only to be one pit stop for the toilet, and so anyone wanting to go now, should do so. 

At this point approximately 23 of us men get off the coach, run across the road and strangely align our selves along side this tall bush, where we all simultaneously pee. What we didn't know was that this was the main road in which all vehicles come in and out of the airport, and so various cars and vans were driving past us as we were doing the business, which I could not help but laugh at the same time. Once we had done that, we finally set off, and I was immensely looking forward to the coach journey, knowing that I was to see various bits of Italy and Slovenia and of course, Croatia.

I assigned myself a task whilst on this coach journey, and that was to find and capture the beauty's of the landscapes. Although I learned that this was quite difficult to do when on a coach.

 It was a shame that the sun was to go so quickly. When on the coach with everyone from the flight, it was surprising that everyone was not in high spirits and singing and already partying when on the coach. Before I went I had this thought that everyone would be getting to know each other and partying and singing all the way there, a coach drivers nightmare to be honest. We were all fairly quiet to be fair, and this was predominantly due to the flight and the early morning wake up's everyone had done I think.

Okay so this is Trieste from afar, and what I can tell you is that this was not what I thought Trieste was going to look like. I mean do you ever do that? right before you go to somewhere new, you kind of imagine what the place is to look like, but when you actually see it, it's completely different to how you imagined. I mean I actually thought Trieste was going to be small. I would never of imagined it to be so large harbour and industrial looking. Still impressive though.

Whilst on this journey I remember listening to my iPod, to Richie Hawtin's DE9 Fragments set in Copenhagen, and I remember thinking how far I've travelled in one day. From that me and Dave met a nice couple that were across the aisle from us, whom were from L.A. Turns out that they had been travelling for 24 hours...and this really shut me up. I was stating to them of how tired I was from travelling and that It was crazy to think how far I had travelled in one day, and then they come out with that statement, thats true commitment to the dance scene right there.

You know how everyone says 'It was better if you were there to see it for yourself'? this was very true as for some reason, when looking on the coach, the big windows were giving off an effect as if you were viewing everything outside in widescreen. 

Our time in Italy was actually very short, 45 minutes I think. Before we knew it we were already in Slovenia. Now if someone was to ask me:

"Hey, you've been to Slovenia, what's it like?"

My review of the place would probably be inaccurate, but from my point of view, when going through it, there were some lovely looking hill landscapes and woodland. There was also a few houses around, some derelict and some abandoned during construction.

I couldn't help but feel there was sense of repetitiveness when on the road. You know when in old cartoons they use the same background that keeps repeating when the characters are in a chase? where the same things in the background keep going past? well that's practically what Slovenia was like for me. Everytime we would go past a roadside business/building it would have big sign saying 'PIZZA' and every corner you went around, there would be pit-stop places where there would be big signs outside saying 'PIZZA'. Almost everywhere you looked, pizza was the only word/food being advertised to travellers. there were no other signs Ill have you know, just 'PIZZA', thats it. There was a time where I thought we were just going round in circles, as a lot of the buildings had similar architecture, so they all looked exactly the same.

So this was my failed attempt to capture the official sign stating 'Welcome to Croatia'. I can confirm there was a small cheer as we passed this sign.

So as you can probably guess, apart from the things to see and the small conversations me and Dave were having, there was not much derpiness to report, but don't you worry there's more... not really from us though.

You may notice that in the last pictures you saw, it was getting dark, and from when we were in Croatia, it went dark pretty quickly so we didn't see as much of Croatia as I had hoped. We actually arrived in pitch black, but I was very excited at this point when finally arriving.

Derpiness & Drama...When 'checking in'.

So when arriving, the information pack stated us to collect our festival wristband, then our accommodation wristband, which were in two different stages. Whilst getting these wristbands, the info pack also stated us to collect our cashless card thing.

Myself and Dave get off the coach and we both rush over to the check-in. When we get served by this Croatian girl, Dave presents his ticket, and then I state: 

Me

"I'm on the guest list, I don't have a ticket."

Croat Girl

"Erm, guest list? ... what guest list?"

Me

"Yeah, I did online promotions for this festival, and I was put on the guest list as part of payment, my name is James Chang."

Croat Girl

"Erm...I don't know, let me go get someone."

From here, me and Dave had to wait another 15 minutes until we were eventually seen to by another Croatian girl.

Croat Girl 2

"You on guest list?"

Me

"Yeah, under the name James Chang. My online team leader was Pasquale Chiavetta of Sound Channel if that helps."

Croat Girl 2

"Erm...We have no guest list. Go to next tent."

So as we were told, we went to the next tent where they were giving out the festival wristbands. When we got served it turned out that in this tent, all the staff were english. I stated my case, again and:

*After repeating myself*

English girl

"Okay...*typing on ipad* yeah your here, cool."

In that instant I finally receive my wristband and we are then told to go to the next stage which is the cashless payment card. Bare in mind that me and Dave are still lugging around all of our luggage, which is taking it's toll with Dave, as at this point his wheelie hand luggage had a dodgy wheel which kept making the case flip over.

There was no real derpiness to report when obtaining our cashless card. What was good for me was I was able to test out Croatian, which at this point was derpy Croatian. Phrases such as 'Dobro Vecer' and 'Hvala' was used.

After getting the card we were then in need of getting our accommodation wristband. This meant me and Dave had to further lug around our luggage down a tarmac hill and join another small queue at the accommodation tent.

  

After a small amount of waiting we are to be served by Croatian staff again. Communication went like this:

Croat Girl 3

"Hello, how long you stay here?"

Me

"Till Sunday 15th."

Croat Girl 3

"And you have your own tent?"

Me

"Yeah I do."

Croat Girl 3

"Okay, can I have your ticket reference number?"

Me

"Erm I don't have one, I'm on the guest list."

Croat Girl 3

"Guest list?"

Me

*sigh*"Yeah, I did online promotions, and I'm on the guest list."

Croat Girl 3

"You have no ticket?"

Me

"No, I wasn't given one."

Croat Girl 3

"Hang on let me ask someone."

10 minutes later...

Croat Girl 4

"You say you on guest list?"

Me

"Yeah thats right, under the name James Chang."

Croat Girl 4

"Which guest list?"

Me

"There's more than one? I don't know, the online team guest list perhaps?"

Croat Girl 4

"And you have no ticket?"

Me

"...No. I wasn't given one."

Croat Girl 4

"Hang on, I go get someone."

During this interval where back then I was waiting to be seen, again, I shall take this moment to confirm this is 90% accurate to how this went for me. Only some of the wordings may be incorrect. Why do I remember this so clearly? because it was annoying. 

Dave was just literally waiting around with me. Bare in mind we had already gained our festival wristband anyway to prove that we had gained entry into the festival.

At this point I am waiting around for more than 15 minutes as the other Croatian girls serve other people waiting in the queue. Whilst I am waiting I am greeted by a girl whom is also waiting around. I obviously had no idea who she was, but she was slurring her words when asking me these random questions:

Queue Girl

"From Leedsssss? you from Leedssss?" 

Me

"Nope, are you?"

Queue Girl

"Yeaaaaaah, Mark, Mark...dya know Mark?"

Me

"Mark? nope, who's Mark?"

Queue Girl

"Ah, everrrryone knows Mark, he runs it, runs it mate"

After this statement she suddenly turned around to chat to someone else about this Mark guy. After a further waiting of approximately 10 minutes, a Croatian guy comes to speak to me instead.

Croat Guy

"You say you on guest list?'

Me

"Yeah thats right, under the name James Chang"

Croat Guy

"Oh, we have no guest lists here...hang on a moment."

The Croat guy then begins to look on his laptop. From my perspective, it looks like he was on Facebook. He then begins ringing someone at the same time. After some browsing on his laptop the Croat guy then puts his laptop away, and hangs up the phone.

The man then gets on a scooter and then drives away...I assumed to this point he was going back to the first checkin. I am then told by one of the Croat girl to wait alongside the tent, where there are two other guys waiting to be checked in.

It is here where I learn that the two guys waiting with me and Dave are no ordinary festival goers, they are also apart of the online promotions team. It was here where I met Ollie Bishop, and Ethan Mounfield (which for the majority of the festival, I was calling Ethan, Matthew because I forgot his name, and thought it was Matthew.). 

From feeling stressed, and annoyed I felt a sense of ease and calm, just by simply knowing that I was not the only one having really bad trouble checking in. We begin chatting about ourselves, joking about the Croatian staff and also complimenting there efforts made us all feel better about the situation.

The Croat guy returns from his journey with his scooter, our knight in shining armour returns to then give one of the Croat girls a piece of paper. The Croat Girl then asks us for our names, and it was right there, where we were finally given our On-Site wristbands.

The girl also gave us other bits of paper confirmation and information. She also goes to tell me and Dave that were in Green camping zone, marked area 398.

So, were walking down one of the camping road lanes, Dave's luggage is still tipping over by itself, were both pretty exhausted, and we have yet to setup our tent, and also find our allocated space. 

Green camping area right? there should be signs for it surely, wrong. Instead there were A4 pieces of coloured paper stapled to trees, which weren't exactly lit up either, and so we had to rely on my torch to see whereabouts we were. 

How do we find 398? turns out that this was marked on a concrete slab on random areas of the grass which we had to find in the area.

As you can imagine, this proved a difficult task, as it was in the dark, and what was typical for us, was that we kept finding areas such as 399 and 397, it was driving us mad, eventually we found what was either 398 or 390, but at this point we had given up.

So after all of that, it was time to face our next task, which was to setup our tent...in the dark. 

We begin by moving our luggage to an appropriate place. Dave rests my torch on top of his suitcase so we can get a wide shine of light on our area. Once getting the tent laid out, this next part went like this:

The tent was a little too close to the luggage, 

so I ask Dave to move his suitcase.

He grabs it by the handle,

and yanks on the handle to swing it out of the way...

*Konk, Thud*

What was on top of the suitcase?

My torch... It falls and lands on a rock,

the light goes out, we can't see.

*Facepalm*

I remembered this moment, as it was like I saw it in slow motion.

There was nothing I could have done, it was already too late.

I just watched, it happened, I face palmed.

As I'm pacing back and forth, whilst resuming to move our luggage, Dave then attempts to fix the torch, which takes him a few minutes. It was here where Dave told me that by variously smacking the bulb area would eventually make it turn on.

So we actually arrived on time, which was 8:15pm.

We actually finished everything, checking in, setting up camp at 12:20am. 

Our initial idea was to go for a drink once we got setup, however we didn't realise It was going to take so long. So what we simply did, was went for a walk, and it was great. It was the best part of the day, and we found this sign area (below), which is what I will finish on.

End of Part 2.

Unknown Festival 2013, What I know...Part 1

This was actually in early September, and so you may be wondering to yourself:

"Why have you taken this long to review this?"

Well, if you live in the UK, you may notice how the weather has finally started changing into wintery weather, and so now is a good time to reflect on our summer as it is a thing of the past. It's never a nice time to see the summer go away for another year, that is, if you don't like autumn/winter. I don't really like these seasons, as the UK only ever sees the same type of weather throughout, which is the weather you see when Frodo and Sam are in Mordor in the Lord of the Rings.

This may sound like a bit of an exaggeration, and to be honest I would say it is short of realism, a more better use of words to describe autumn/winter weather for you would be; dark, cloudy, rain, grim, dead/dying plants, rain, gloomy, no sunshine, rain, miserable, depressing, rain, cold, windy, rain, dull and finally rain.

The only place I have seen that looks nice in Autumn is New York, am I right people?

So now you know (if you didn't know already) what the weather is like now and soon in the UK, now to tell you about the adventures and the lovely weather that occurred in Croatia... I could go on and go into detail about the miserableness of the British weather, however I don't want to sound old.

I still wear the Unknown festival wristband today, and it can get annoying sometimes though, such as when your making a coffee in the morning and whilst your stirring you find the end of the wristband is swimming around in your mug as you stir. Other than that I can't complain, for whatever I'm doing, I'm always reminded of this glorious festival...which actually I haven't stated to you yet...which by the way, this festival was absolutely brilliant, and the best festival I've been to, to date. It's time for the main event of this post, strap yourselves in...or on.

Derpiness & Drama...before we left.

So as you may have guessed, it was not just me heading to Unknown festival, I was to also to be accompanied by Dave Collins, and so the original plan I had in mind was for Dave to drive to mine, and then we would finish packing, grab something to eat and then simply get an early night, ready for our departure.

This did not happen.

What actually happened was that we didn't really pay attention to the weight and dimension restrictions that Ryanair imposed, which by the way, was our first time at flying with them. So in a derpy manor, we packed all of our things (something I personally should have done earlier but didn't), and found that our main luggage was around 5-7Kg above the limit. This was due to us deciding to bring our tent, in which Mr Collins then stated the idea of buying one when we get there, so we reduce our luggage weight, as the festival had this service available. I email them a request to get one for the next day, in which 3 minutes later I had a reply stating that they had sold out. 

The solution to this dilemma was that we found that my hand luggage was 7Kg under, and so was Dave's, and so we had to cram all of our clothes and other minor things into our hand luggage and we were hard at work trying to get the weight correct for around 3 hours. In fact this took so long, we went on a break half way through to get something to eat. So the first trip of the holiday was to McDonalds. Eventually when we got back to continue derping around with the luggage, we finished up at around 1:30am, and we were due to get back up at 8:00am...the derpiness doesn't end there.

Derpiness & Drama... When We Left.

Departure day, everyone's favourite day. Knowing that there is holiday ahead of you, and that you are leaving your troubles behind. Departure day is also a very important day, because it's all about remembering all necessary paperwork in order to even get onto the flight. So from not having my usual good lengthly hours of sleep, getting up and going was surprisingly smooth. Derpiness began when arriving at Birmingham Airport. 

We had a long stay 1 car parking space reservation, and so like most people that don't know what they're doing, we looked for signs for long stay 1. We found it and when speaking through the intercom at the entrance they said to go to the Drop & Go car park.

Once there, we noticed signs stating this area of the car park was for dropping people off only, max stay 15 minutes. So we asked the intercom person again if were in the right car park, which they then told us to go back the way we came, to the long stay 1 area. So we went back and simply drove in and eventually after around 10 minutes, found a space for my car. Whilst getting a transfer bus to the terminal, I was re-reading my printed reservation, and then I discovered a small print paragraph on the bottom stating:

"Leave your car with one of our courteous and professional drivers in the Drop and Go car park adjacent to terminal. The NCP Official Valet Drop Off point is located on the right as you enter the Drop & Go Car Park, immediately behind the Novotel."

This was not where my car was parked.

At this point not only was I stressed out, but we were also running short of time. Now when remembering back to that time, I remember I wasn't actually calm about our departure, as I was worrying about all the 'what if' situations, such as what if our luggage is out again? what if Im going to get a fine for my car? what if we take so long checking in we miss our flight? what if I've forgotten something? ...those types of what if situations.

Anyway check in was remarkably easy, as we had already checked in online, and thankfully I can confirm that our luggage was spot on accurate. Upon finishing check in, there was a lot of relief released from within me.

The next stage, like at all airports was the security, which was also surprisingly easy and quick, which further helped me calm down. The strange thing about our pre-departure was that it wasn't very long, at all. We had time to pee, time to randomly browse alcohol, and electronics for approximately 20 minutes, and then we were already able to move to our gate. Boarding was also pretty quick, as Ryanair staff, for some reason, seemed to be in a rush, not sure why. We seemed to have experienced what the military may go through when boarding planes, it was something like:

"Move straight down to the middle of the plane,

 go go, straight down, sit down and make sure

your hand luggage is not in the way, hurry,

sit down in any available seat, and put your

seat belts on, quick...MOVE IT PRIVATE! GOD DAM

IT MOVE YOUR ASS AND PARK IT, PRONTO!"

Okay so the last bit was fictional, 

but they may as well have said it.

Now since I was 5 months old, I have been on planes. I can't really count how many times I've been on flights, but believe it or not, Im not 100% comfortable with flying. Long flights actually, are better for me for some reason, but I feel that short euro flights are bumpy, which is something I don't really like. I am actually fine with flying apart from the following:

Turbulence (Rough ones)

The feeling as the pilot decreases acceleration just after take off (know what I mean? I don't know If I've explained it well)

Side wind (during the flight, and when landing)

Thankfully there was no side wind to report, nor bad turbulence. So all in all the flight was good. Once landing in Trieste in Italy, I couldn't help but notice how much warmer it was, even in the late afternoon...this put a smile on my face. 

If your reading this and your wondering 'Why is he in Italy? I thought he was going to Croatia?' please have a read of my previous post, as this will detail our travel itinerary.

So without the use of your imagination, you have seen a picture of our plane, and now, a satisfied Dave Collins:

 As much as I was just wanting to chill out in the sun at this point, especially after the morning derpiness, we had to go in, and go inside and to security, and by security I mean 'The look at your passport and receive a nod of the head by an Italian guard area'.

I find that the security was more easier getting into Italy than getting into The Warehouse Project in Manchester. Anyway we began the glorious stage of having to wait for your main luggage to come through the conveyer belt via magical portal, and I was hoping (almost like everyone else) that our luggage was to come out first. Im sure Im not the only one that hopes this when at that stage. 

I mean you've just landed, and your holiday has officially begun, so why wait around for your luggage? You just want to go grab it yourself and get out there, but alas we all must wait.

To be fair, our luggage was pretty quick, we only had to wait approximately 5 minutes. 

At this stage as you are reading this, you may think that there has not been a lot of derpy events since the morning, but Im afraid more derpiness follows. So as we have our luggage, and we have to wait for our coach transfer. Our flight ticket stated that we landed at around 4:20pm, and our coach transfer was at 5:45pm. So whilst we waited, we thought of indulging in Italian food.

So I decided to have this, which was called a 'Contadino'. I still don't know what was in it, I believe it had melted cheese, some sort of ham, and something else. I can also confirm this was obtained using derpy Italian. The next derpiness, was by me...and it was a colossal derp by me. The conversation went like this: (as we were eating our contadino, waiting around...)

*Chewing sounds* 

Dave

"Hey Chang, when is our coach again?"

Me

"Erm, at 17:45"

Dave

"Wait wait, hold on...Chang, were in Italy."

Me

"Yeah...I know, duh."

Dave

"As in, were not in the UK anymore?"

Me

"Well obviously"

Dave

"So...what dya think this means?"

Me

"What are you on about Dave!"

Dave

"Time difference?"

Me

"Oh shit!"

I can tell you, there was a mad rush then, as the time in fact,

was actually 17:35pm.

This really was an annoying rush, as I did that motion where you want to run, but your lugging all your stuff, so you have to do that odd looking run/walk, whilst sweaty faced, and not being able to wipe it because your hands are full. Then to make matter worse, for me, there was no escalator going down, only one going up (to where we were). 

So I then had to proceed in oddly rushing down the stairs whilst having the main luggage swinging around taking most of my weight with it. Im just glad there was no one walking up, as my luggage would have rammed them back down the stairs.

We rushed outside, to see a gathering of young people surrounding some coaches, this was our destination. 

 So as you can see, my main luggage was a big squashie bag, which mainly contained the tent, the air beds and all the liquids we had. May I also point out, that I was wearing jeans whilst oddly rushing around in warm weather, so this was a tad unpleasant. 

Ladies and Gentleman this is the end of Part 1.

I don't know how many part there are to be, probably

3, maybe 4.

I will now leave you with the last picture of this post, which was supposed to be showing you all the coach we were riding on, instead its an excellent photo bomb from some guy, well done sir, whomever you are.

End of Part 1.

A Journey Into The Unknown...

My understanding of a festival, in my experience is you go to somewhere you've never heard of, and find that there is not much there, only green fields and all year round they seem to have okay weather until the certain festival starts and then huge amounts of rain thrashes down on your time there, and the only good aspect you get out of it, is that you get to see your favourite DJ's and Live acts.

At the festival you have to put up with rain, mass amounts of different variants of mud (yep there is more than one kind at festivals), smelly people, and overpriced drinks and food.

Unknown, is a festival that is truly unknown to me. This is a festival that, as you could probably tell by my depiction of a festival, is not in Britain, this is in Croatia.

Unknown, is located on a split terrain of forests and beaches, not just muddy green fields.

 "Getting to Unknown is Simple"

I would not agree with that. Getting to Unknown is not simple, its is an adventure.

How are you getting there?

Now when it comes to asking people at festivals I've been to before, the most you ask is "Where have you come from?"and most people respond with various different parts of the country. From that you just assume that they have just came here by car on the motorway. Not the eccentric adventure in my opinion.

For Unknown however, everyone is to have a truly incredible adventure to get there, and with that will come an amazing story of how they got there. Myself and Dave Collins are to go partially by plane. However we are not getting a plane to Croatia. We are getting a plane to Italy, and then getting a transfer from there.

Sound pretty straight forward?

It's true, we are getting there by simply getting a flight to Italy, and then getting a transfer from there. However its how we get there, that makes a truly incredible journey....for me, the type of person that has only gone to UK festivals.

GO.

From the word go, Dave Collins is to stay over at my flat in Derby, and then from there we are to drive to Birmingham Airport where we will travel by Ryanair (which will be an adventure in itself) from Birmingham Airport to Trieste FVG Aeroporto. This airport, is not actually in Trieste. It is on the very outskirts of Trieste, in between 2-3 other Italian city's. 

From here, Italy is a new experience for the pair of us, as neither of us have been to Italy before. Once were there, we wait a short while for our transfer to Unknown festival to arrive, and then we set off:

As Dr Thornthwaite described it to me:

"You go on the Italian motorway from the airport,

where you will see some of the Italian coast, then you

will go through border control into Slovenia. From there

you will have to go through a Slovenian mountain pass, which

looks pretty scenic from what I can see, and then you go through

more border control into Croatia, and then you go on a Croatian 

motorway through some of the countrysides of Croatia before

eventually turning up in the coastal town of Rovinj."

Before Dave knew of this travel itinerary, this was his main concern:

"What so, when we get to Italy, we're probably gonna have to take a cab, and we'll get in, and the cab driver will say 'Where you goin babada bupi?' and we'll say 'Unknown' and he'll say 'What?! You don't know? Mamma Mia!'." - Dave Collins

So telling that to someone will feel like Frodo telling someone what he did when he travelled to Mordor. I'm feeling very excited for this adventure and it will be a great sign off for the summer of 2013.

The festival itself...

Comparing Unknown festival, to other festivals Ive been to,

you have a main stage(s) and big tents, and thats about it.

I always prefer tents, because it keeps you out of the rain.

At Unknown however, the rain shouldn't be an issue.

At Unknown you have stages, in such unique ways:

 So this stage comes with fascinating art from Kid.Acne, and also includes BBQ's...Something I have never witnessed.

The Main stage, when your there, apparently has glowing forests to your right and open sea to your left. Something I have never witnessed.

Straight outta' Ibiza. I have never been to Ibiza, Ive always wanted to, and people have spoken about amazing pool parties in Ibiza, So I can't wait for this one.

The forest stage. Once again, an area of terrain I have never witnessed. Ive raved in fields before, but never forests.

The other stage...which I have no idea what to expect, apart from mirrors. Your guess' to whats going to be happening at this stage is as good as mine, looks very interesting.

The awesome reflection of Moroccan culture, in a stage area. Im just going to state two things about this stage. 1. Hammocks 

2. Shisha

Oh my lord.

If that doesn't amaze you, the icing on this crazy croatian cake is this:

Ibiza clubbing partners and parties always boast that they have boat parties. Well, now Unknown does too.

I have never been on a boat party, always wanted to too.

It will be hard however to be put on a boat and sailed away from these beautiful stages that lay there.

Seems like a big place?

Here's a map of the Unknown festival land:

If your going, I'll see you there. If not, why not come next year?