On Monday 21 July we headed out of Modem Festival towards our next destination in Croatia, which would be the Lost Theory festival and about 100km drive. Again our friends had sent us GPS coordinates, which made it easy for us to track them down.
It was still quite early to arrive at the festival seeing the music only started on the Wednesday evening, so we setup camp along with Eric & Miriam as well as another couple Marcos & Angela. After we setup our tents and shade we decided to go and stay at a local “Pension” aka backpackers or self-catering.
The Pension was a real blessing in disguise, we had all sorts of facilities and could cook ourselves dinner. Then after a fair bit of drinking and merry chats we all crashed hard in comfortable beds. There was heavy rain that night, which also added to the feeling that we made the right choice to stay in the Pension. The best part of the pension were the kittens, there were three little critters that I bonded with. I started putting them into my zip up jacket one by one and eventually had all three in my jacket sleeping. So cute!
In the morning I slept in late, then had a bath and realised I was totally on holiday! Until then I had been missioning with no breaks or time to think, we were just driving, partying, eating, barely sleeping and jolling hard!
We eventually headed back to the festival, but made a quick stop at the supermarket beforehand. We were well and proper stocked with food and booze for the party. As we arrived our campsite was of course already setup, so all we had to do was unpack a few items and move the cooler boxes into the shade. We promptly started a braai (BBQ) and started to cook some awesome Croatian beef, this became a real theme for the next few days along with Karlavakov Croatian beer.
There was no music on the Tuesday, so we didn’t do a whole lot other than get excessively drunk, swim in the river and talk shit. It was early to bed because I knew that this would be the quiet before the storm. Wednesday during the day seemed like deja vu as we did practically the same as the day before.
Wednesday evening was the start of the festival, the music kicked off at 8pm on the main dance floor, until then none of the normal festival goers were aloud through the gates to the main area. As we (myself and the 6 Germans) walked down to the main floor we fetched the Danish peeps and got ready to have a phat party!
The floor looked amazing! The decor was spectacular! Everyone was excited! It looked to me like the entire campsite had walked down for the start of the main floor music. You could see the energy was electric. We all partied late into the night and crawled back at different times.
The first full daytime mission on the dance floor was super. Stephan and I prepared by having a braai, eating more than we should have and packing a back full of whatever we needed so we wouldn’t have to walk back to the tent. Music was perfect and we had a blast!
At 5pm approximately every day the music was turned off on the main dance floor for about 3 hours. This was actually perfect because it forced everyone to go back to their tents, relax, eat and recharge for another evening session. That evening was more of the same, good music, psychedelic colours and mates having it on the dance floor!
Before we knew it Friday was upon us and I was starting to feel a little tired. I decided to relax some more during the day, the campsite was the perfect place for relaxation, we had food, booze and awesome company…. That night I decided to sleep a solid 12 hours after the afternoon stomp session.
Saturday day we partied as per usual, but that night the heavens opened up on us and it rained like there would be no tomorrow. Somehow we managed to still have fun and enjoy some of the music. Sunday the rain continued, but luckily it did ease up for the last night of the party. I made the last night count and crawled back into my tent just before sunrise.
Stephan and I decided to pack up on the Monday because the weather was looking pretty dismal. We had a camping trip planned for after the festival, but it wasn’t looking like we would be able to go camping. Our German friends all were packed up and we headed out of the festival kinda sad to see it go. What an amazing week of fun and music.
Thank you to everyone who made my Lost Theory an unforgettable experience!