This weekend I spent in Kuru, where an electronic music festival was held. The best words to describe it was C H I L L and F U N (spell it out loud!).
I was way too naive to think that there's a pause between days, like ordinary festivals have - party until morning and then start again in the afternoon. But in Kuru the beat went on non-stop!:
Welcome to the festival. First things first, let's build a house (total mind-fuck task):
Tanel is filling his bed with air, but here he doesn't know that few hours from know he is way too tired to teleport himself to his tent and has a powernap on a field:
Still happy because her feet are dry, yet later on...:
I am sitting in the bedroom and he is in the kitchen:
As you may remember, last Wednesday was my friends Hippie themed birthday party. Because of that I'm still wearing a headband and giving a peace sign (it's hard to get out of the role)
Listening music outdoors contrary to clubs, is oh-so-lovely. There's no horny sweaty people and air lack thereof, it is absolutely fabulous. (I just spoke James Blake language):
Even the stars were giving love and the earth sent us polar lights:
When you're lost in the middle of a field and there's nobody who can help you, here's a tiny festival model. You are never lost in Kuru:
We found a perfect place to sit down:
| 1. | the gnarwal | 14 up, 4 down |
having a double matress bed and puting your penis between them dont desturb me while im cleaning my room im doing the gnarwal | ||
The right festival has a bucket loads of mushroom baskets:
The art of watching the sunset, then between a little bass and beat and then again comes the sun:
The weather was nice but you can fight the nature. The first night our feet were soaked with dew and of course I left my proper wellingtons at home. So we drove to Märjamaa to hunt some wellies:
Second hand for the win:
I have nothing witty to say:
Triin is sad:
Triin is happy:
Reggie is happy too:
The guy thought that he is in a bar and tried to order one beer:
Your Woodstock is over, hippies. Go to Kuru instead:
We have PETA's permission to dance with a dolphin:
Later on he gave it to me. Ooo Mmm Gggg:
Just sad that my girlfriend got really wasted and ran around naked until the police came.
Between you and me, she is a real alcoholic:
Hungry people need fire to cook Mivinas:
Gentlemen:
If you don't have this luxury...
...your feet will become like this:
I'm too tired to open Paint and draw lasers coming out of his eyes:
Where we are, the frisbee is (even if you don't see it. Nice sky btw):
A girl:
They dried their shoes, but were still sad because the campfire was in the middle of the field and leaving it meant crossing wet grass. FML moment:
My mister had to pick up one artist from the airport so I had the honour to spend more time with him. Neveready makes chill music and is a whoa! person:
Kuru mobile. The link between stages and tents full of alcohol/goods:
Tanel dried his feet and became tired of walking in the water. Why not, let's get crazy:
The beat made us zombies:
Picture it: fire, friends, forest and massive tune:
Another morning. This mister in his PJ forgot his performance and went to sleep. Shit happens:
Three days were enough. I desperately needed shower and a soft bed:
Demolishing the house:
Tudimonster. Next year again:
Ossid olid Airport Jamil, Hipsterid olid šnapsil. Meie olime Kurul. That's how life works.
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