Last Thursday I met up with my friend Sam, from Australia, and have been staying with her for the past five days. She is wonderfully fantastic, and such a sweet girl. Her wide, oval eyes are gorgeous with long curly eyelashes. She hooked me up with a weekend pass to Hop Farm Festival in Paddock Wood through the company she is interning for. Yippe!
The festival itself was loads of fun. I mean, there was hot english and irish and whatever men walking around left and right. Damn they are sexy! Our weekend consisted of skippy peanut butter, squished bread, Cadbury chocolate, fruit, and cheap wine. Sleeping was on the suprisingly hard ground of the farm for the first night, and passing ouicon day clothes and dirty boots on the second. Oh and don't forget the tedious task of snapping wristbands on the various arms of the world. The people we were working with were awesome. They joked and teased us but were undoubtedly kind and generous. They're people I'll never forget.
Saturday night has been the highlight of my trip thus far. After seeing Bob Dylan and some random band I had never heard of that turned out to be very good, Sam, Rachel, Julian and myself went to our campsite and popped out the alcohol. We ended up meeting with a few others who volunteered for the weekend as well and went to their camp which was very far from ours. Once there, my new friends popped out their guitar & ukele, harmonica, and blue grass thing. As they played, a mysterious man with black hair, a black top hat, and black clothing approached us and asked if him and his friend could play for us. We handed them over and listened to him croon tunes to us for about an hour. I was entranced by his voice and the setting; a dark night with clear sky's showing the radiant burning stars with the ground lit by an almost full moon. After taking a long swig of my beer, the man played a few more sing a longs, then disappeared. After their departure, a very upset neighbor kicked us out of the camp area so we excitedly left hoping to find somewhere to dance and enjoy the rest of the morning. We stumbled (literally) upon another guitar circle and sang along to "Blackbird." T'was an amazing night.
Writing that essay has made me dreadfully weary and now I am in need of a nap. I think the English have already improved my vocabulary with their intellectual minds. Until next time then, cheers.
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