Las Vegas and AK47's

I was asked by my good friend Bryan Pearson from the north pole if I want to go to Vegas. Well I couldn't say I didn't, so late this past November me and Bryan set out for the city that never sleeps after spending a night sleeping my car outside of Hope BC because I couldn't go quicker than 20 km an hour because the fog was so bad on my way home from work :)

I meet Bryan at the Pan Pacific Hotel in down town Vancouver (probably the nicest hotel in the whole city), where we had lunch overlooking the Vancouver Harbor. After walking around downtown and showing Bryan a bit of Vancouver we head for the airport. I'm just gonna skip ahead to Vegas now because I don't like talking about flight delays and waiting around....

Me an Bryan at the Pan Pacific

The first thing I notice when we arrive on the ground in Las Vegas, is there airport worker who was dancing to his hip hop the whole time he drove the luggage cart and unloaded the suitcases. It was seriously awesome, but I think I am the only person who noticed, but it goes to show that you gotta make the most of what you do with life, because he was definitely having the most fun of anyone on the plane, and he was the only one working, everyone else is just coming into Vegas.(My guess is he was listening to the Notorious BIG).

The aiprot terminal coming into Vegas (yes those are slot machines)

Bryan had booked us into the Wynn hotel. He said it was one of the nicest hotels in Las Vegas, that was an understatement. When we walked in, the main hall was a art gallery with all these crazies displays like a carousel with horses but the whole thing was made of flowers. All the hotels in Vegas on the strip, you have to walk across the whole Casino in order to get to your room, so I would not suggest it for anyone with a gambling problem. At are hotel the minimum bets at black jack was $25, and the maximum was $10,000, and then there was a special area for those who wanted to bet more..... chump change :p

My home for five days

An art display which you could buy at the Wynn for 5 million American dollars

What you see when you walk into the Wynn

the hotel pool, where I spent hours swimming and relaxing

It was sad how encouraged and normalized the gambling seemed there. There was a special room there with four desks and four workers where you could take out a line of credit from the casino if you ran out of money. I saw a guy try to take money out of the ATM on four different cards, and then after failing to do so, took it out on the machine.... I did gamble and lost $75 in two minutes playing black jack, losing every single hand! Bryan liked the slots, so I played a little bit, but am not a big fan of just giving my money away, although he seemed to win.... Back in Canada I actually played poker a lot, something I picked up from my brother who is trying to become a professional poker player. This past fall I banned myself from the casino for life, as I just got tired of sitting at a table with people I don't really want to associate with, and in the end losing my money slowly, because your playing against people who play non stop, and unless you are really dedicated they will eventually beat you, and it isn't something I want to do with my life. I did make an exception to gamble a bit in Vegas because I had always wanted to. I did play poker in Vegas. The first night was cool, broke about even but met some cool people and a guy about 30 named Doug who lives there and is a professional dealer took me for drinks after with some of his friends and told me about life in Vegas. He was trying to start a company where he would take high profile clients around Vegas, especially those who want to golf. 

Me at the poker table in Vegas

The average wage in Las Vegas is only about $12-13 an hour, but the cost of living is so much cheaper down there, and housing is like a third of what it costs in Canada. Doug was saying though that gambling is a major problem for a lot of local residents in Vegas because they will often gamble away the money they make, and makes it hard to get ahead. Even the local bars in Vegas have virtual slot machines on the bar counters, so its constantly in your face. Even in the airport waiting terminal there are slot machines.

Anyways enough about gambling, I truly do love playing poker, because it is fun when you are trying to out play someone and hundreds of dollars are at stake, but I just want to find a better way of living for myself s it can be very anti-social. Me and Bryan went and saw a live show every night, and wow, three out of the four shows were absolutely amazing. The first show we saw was stand up comedy at the Improv at O haras. I am trying to become a comedian myself and have done quite a few shows, but the three guys on stage that night were the funniest guys I have ever seen. The main headliner named James Steven the third is apparently staring in this upcoming movie showing Bill Cosby's life. He came out on stage trying to get the audience to “bounce” with him. Then he said, “oh wait its a white audience, let me do my white person entrance” and then came back on stage acting like Frank Sinatra. After the show I bought a CD from the first comic and from James Steven I bought his “Your mama.... joke book” that he wrote and drew himself. My favorite joke from it was: “Your mama so stupid, that when she went to KFC she saluted Colonel Sanders”.

The second show we watched was called La Rev. This show was something that you could barely think of creating, let alone actually having. The audience sat in a circle of rows around the stage. The stage was a pool, with these crazy structures that would come out of the water. It was a love story about a guy and a girl, and the girl wasn't sure if she should fall for the guy. There were about 30 gymnasts, and they did some crazy flips, one guy diving from as high as about 17 meters. If you want to marry a girl, take her to this play, and then ask propose at the end, she will be much more likely to say yes ;)

La Rev

The third show we watched was from Jan Rouven, the German illusionist. Me and Bryan sat close to the front, and I would say there were about 200 people there. About 10 minutes into the show, Jan walks into the audience and introduces himself to me, and asks me to test his knife to see if it is real. It was, and he said “great, come with me Ciaran” and pulls me on stage. He then calls another woman on stage. He gives these five stands with bags over them, and puts the knife under one of them. Me and Jan then turn around to face the audience while the lady behind us mixes up the five stands so we do not know which one of the stands has the knife under it. Jan then starts hitting the bags, and if he hit the one with the knife he would badly cut his hand. After there are only three bags left, one with the knife, he asks me which one he should hit next. I point to one, he hits it and the knife isn't there. He then asks me if I am nervous, I say a little, and he says “You are nervous?” I say “not really actually, more excited because you are the one hitting the bags”, he says “wrong answer", and then put me in front of the two remaining bags. He told me to really listen to my intuition and I would be able to determine which bag didn't have the knife. After about 10 seconds of intense thought I tell him the right one is safe to hit. He then slams my hand down over the bag on the left, and there is no knife, and then he shows me the bag I thought was empty. and had the knife. He reminded me to always follow my intuition, as it is very strong :p Anyways overall a great show with some crazy awesome stunts, I would highly recommend going to watch him in Vegas.

Me with illusionist Jan after the show, he said he would take me on as his student, I am still considering it :)

The other great thing about Vegas is the FOOD! Bryan took me to some of the greatest restaurants in the world, where we had prime rib, Japanese Tempura, and the best buffet I had ever seen or tasted where I had 8 plates and bottomless champagne and mimosas (Champagne and orange juice) (Look at the pictures below:

Chicken and waffles

The best calamari

Turkey sliders

Breakfast pizza and pasta

Chicken deep fried in waffle batter

Me and Bryan

Chocolate dessert mask

My favorite part of the trip was renting the Mustang Convertible and driving out into the desert to go see the Grand Canyon. It was so freaking cool driving the convertible, and just looking at and walking around in the desert, it is so different then anything I had seen before, and yes the cactus needles hurt like a B$@%#.

a top of the hover dam

We stopped of at a place called bullets and burgers. I have always wanted to shoot a machine gun, and I finally got the chance as they had an AK47 automatic for hire. They gave me 50 rounds. What I found surprising is they didn't brief me at all on safety, and the guy who gave it to me just stood beside me and did not seem worried at all that I had a fully automatic machine gun loaded with no safety, but then again, with a guy as intelligent and trusting as me, who would worry ;) I did some single burst firing at a paper target, and some fully automatic burst. It was surprisingly accurate and easy to use, and yes it does feel really good, although it probably would be better if they didn't exist because of all the problems they cause around the world.

Say hello to my little friend

ricochet from the AK47 on my shoulder

The burgers were good to, and the waiter was seriously one of the friendliest guys and most helpful that I had ever met. Americans for there bad rep around the world sure are some of the most friendliest.  The funniest part of the trip was at the end of the day. We got to the Grand Canyon at like 3pm, but they wouldn't let us in saying it was closed because the sun was going down soon, so I only saw it from a distance... I was a bit disappointed, but it was such a fun day it didn't bother me to much, and I could see it from a distance. On the drive back to Vegas, we had to drive around a bit to get into the hotel. At one point we were at a complete stop on the highway in are lane, so I gunned it from 0mph to about 70mph in about 5 seconds to get into the other lane. Bryan said “ I think I will take a taxi home because you have no idea where you are going, your pulling dangerous stunts, and it is F#$%@#$ Freezing with the top down!!!!” I laughed a lot that day :s

The desert in Arizona

After five nights in Las Vegas we returned back to reality, Bryan returning to the north pole, and myself returning to camp for my final shift! I am still contemplaitng what exactly I will be doing after camp, but I do have a one way plane ticket booked to SanDiego for the new year. I would highly recomend doing Vegas once in your life, it is very expensive though, and you only need about three nights. It would be best for a bacholer or brides maids party, or going with you significant other, I had a great time with Bryan and got some good advice on life.

The Ferrari Museum at the Wynn hotel

It is obviously a different lifestyle then I am currently used to living, going from being homeless to staying in a high class hotel. It was a great experience and got a taste of a bit of the good life. It makes me want it in one way, but I feel finding a balance that suits you is best, as it was great, but I feel for me being close to the land, and having genuine relationships with people, and being able to really and truly able to help others as  the most important thing in my life right now. Also you need to make a lot of money to maintain that lifestyle, and you have to think at what cost?

A little history on Bryan:

Bryan moved from England to Australia when he was 15 by working on a ship. At the age of 21 he arrived in Canada, and agreed to move to Frobisher Bay (now Iqaluit) to work on the Dew Line (The Radar strip built by the Americans to detect Russian aircraft. He has since lived in Nunavut until now ( he is in his 80's). In his time in Nunavut he has owned different business, been the Mayor, met the Queen and Prime Minister of Canada who stayed over at his house, and is the longest lasting southerner to stay in Nunavut. He has some great stories, and is a very funny guy. If you ever end up in Nunavut make sure to stay at his bed in breakfast at his house over looking Frobisher Bay!

Bryan Pearson

A view of the sunrise from his house

Sqaumish Chief- Multipitch Rock climbing one of the most famous climbs in the world!

A view from the top of the Chief

A few weeks ago, I went down to the Coast of BC as I had a chance to rock climb the chief, something I had wanted to do for a long time, and one of the most famous climbs in the world. A friend who has experience climbing it before invited me to join her and a friend, so I took them up on it, although I have never climbed more then single pitch rock.

The highest point in the southern Cariboo near 100mile on the way down from Prince George

Big horn sheep, the first one I have seen on this road (near Cache Creek)

A herd of mountain goats, the most I have ever seen from this close (there were 15)

The climb started out pretty cool, and I think we did about 10 pitches in total (means we tied and untied the rope at 10 different spots).

The most sketchy part of the climb was the vertical rock that I had to cross Horizontally for about 10 meters. All I had to hold myself was a small crack for my feet to shuffle through, that only fit my toes, and if I fell, I would have swung like a pendulum the whole way. I hugged my cheek to the rock and got it done without falling!

Chilling on a ledge half way up the chief. Mark in the back has been doing mountaineering and big climbs for years and is trying to work as an out trip leader for NOLS (Maybe this publicity will get him the job, he was a great trip leader!)

Rock climbing is not my favorite outdoor activity because it requires so much traveling to get to rocks, a lot of time setting up and watching others, and doing the same old over and over again to get better at it. But the chief was a cool adventure because it was all new to me, and quite difficult to do, and I got to see spots I would not be able to see unless I climbed up. That being said a lot of people love rock climbing, and I can see why.

On the way down the Chief after a day of climbing

At one section an American and a British guy passed us. There were also two separate people who passed us on the climb who did not have ropes and were free climbing! About two weeks ago someone died doing the same climb without ropes on the Chief! Good for them though, I support adventure, but I personally wouldn't climb it freely, as I am okay with accepting death as a consequence for the right cost, but I would rather learn how to do a gainer off the 10 meter, or die in an avalanche snowmobiling, or get attacked by pirates while sailing if I am going to risk my life :p
 

 

Overall it was a good day, we climb for about 10 hours. What I learned from the trip was that you need to be prepared and know your gear to do this kind of activity. There are a lot of awesome adventures out there to do, but they take planning, time, and you need to find away to get everything you need. It is definitely possible though, and I hope it motivates you as it does me, to get out there and explore the world and if your lucky your back yard!

An epic walk above Hazelton in the remote North Western BC

Walking through BC's Northwest rainforest up the mountain

The Skeena River (one of the most famous Salmon runs taking place). People come from all over the to fish here.

Mount Rochee

August 31^st weekend, me and my friend Devin decided to tackle something we promised each other we would do 3 years ago. Devin is from a small town in Northwestern BC called Hazleton (population 7000 including outlying areas). Hazelton is about 500km west of Prince George on highway 16 on the way to Prince Rupert. The town used to be big into forestry until the economy had a downturn, and since then the town has been struggling economically (like a lot of small towns in BC). Devin grew up in Hazelton, and has since moved away for school. The last time we past through Hazelton (3 years ago) there is this huge mountain shooting out of the ground staring over the city, and after seeing it for the first time I have wanted to climb it. Devin did it a long time ago and knows the way up. So for the labor day weekend we decided we would go to Hazelton and climb Mount Rochee 6,500 ft. Devin is also a stand up comedian buddy, and were gonna be doing a competition together at a Casino in PG on October 3rd so bring your tomatoes for me and whips and handcuffs for Devin.

We started out at 7am, and it took a long, long time. The beginning of the hike went through rainforest, crossing rivers, climbing over boulders, and trail walking. The second half of the hike was above the alpine, and got pretty scary at points because rocks would move and fall a long ways down sometimes, and we had to pass beside very high cliffs. We made it up by about 2pm, chilled at the top for about 40 minutes, and then got back by about 7pm (didn't see anyone else). I'll let the pictures do the talking:

The bridge we had to cross, mission impossible style!

A view of Hazelton in the afternoon

Devin in his favorite position

At the top of the world

This is why I hang out with kids, flying paper airplanes off a cliff

On the way up with Devin in the lead

Devin's dad is a famous hunter and had some crazy grizzly bear stories, and was featured as hunter of the year in a famous magazine. The salmon run was on going through the Skeena River while I was there (one of the largest salmon runs in the world). Devin's family had caught a lot of big salmon. They gave me two salmon to take back home with me, which was awesome.

Some of the animals he got!

a VIEW of Hazelton and the area

Hazelton is a town I really like. I found the people to be really friendly, a ton of mountains and rivers around with big trees makes it remind me of Vancouver but without people and much infrastructure. It would definitely be a great place to have a family as property is cheap, there is a ton of outdoors stuff to do, and it seems like the community that is pretty close in a lot of ways. One thing I have come to realize is that when you have few options you become a lot more content with what you are doing, and I have noticed in small towns like Hazelton people have a lot more time to talk with you and hang out, something that is often lost in cities.

 

This was my scariest moment of the year, to my right was a very high drop, and I had to get to wear the camera was, Devin was fine with it, because I think he stuck to many crayons up his nose as a kid.

To travel or live in a community?

Since last July, I haven't had a house where I can call my own. I have worked a camp job where I stay for a week, and then have a week off. My idea was/ is, by not having a place, it will force me to go do things all the time and go on some crazy adventures. Since I have moved out, I definitely have, at least in my mind done a lot of stuff that I wanted to do, and more. It has been great seeing new places, meeting new people, and going to visit old friends and family in different places. I have also saved money, but not as much as I thought, because I find myself eating out at restaurants a lot more, because it takes a long time to make food camping, or if I am staying at someone's house, often times I don't have everything I want/ need to cook with. If I am hitch hiking, I need to give myself lots of time to get to where ever I am heading, otherwise it can be stressful and a lot less enjoyable. When I am hitchhiking, I defiantly have the best adventures, because you meet such interesting people, and it turns a trip into a real adventure versus jut driving on your own and not meeting new people. Going to new places and meeting new people is great, but when you do it for a long period of time, you start to miss not having a routine (IE: a house, friends/ family around regularly, sports teams and community groups). You also are limited in doing things like working out, because it makes you all sweaty, and you need to eat properly and have a change of clothes, all of which can be limited on the road. A major thing that is nice about not having a place is you don't have to worry about your house when you are gone, you don't have to clean it, etc; It frees up a surprising amount of time. Today is the 17th of September and I am in the middle of trying to figure out my next step: Whether I start looking into traveling internationally, or start looking for a community to live in. Both options have a lot of draws for me, and even if I decide to stay in a community, I will start planning adventures abroad on a regular basis. If I choose to travel, I am going to start by hitch hiking around the USA, with the intention of getting on a sail boat heading to somewhere tropical. So far, I am really glad that I have chosen to try being homeless, as I can understand the advantages and disadvantages of having a house a lot more, and I have learned to appreciate things on another level (for example: having a bed to sleep in/ sleeping in past sunrise). I would like to thank everyone who has taken me in over the last three months, it has shown me how generous people are when the opportunity arises.Feel free to comment and give me your opinions on this and any experiences you can relate.

Argo Mission: Get lost and or stuck

Base camp for Argo Mission!

Last week, me and my friend Dominique, took an Argo into the great wilderness of North British Columbia! Dominique asked me if I would be interested in going on a trip with her 8 wheel motor vehicle that drives on land and floats on water. Hard sell, but  I decided to go! We took trails from the Prince George Snowmobile club, and we started are own two member Argo club. On the map, you could take snowmobile trails all the way to Wells (140km) through the bush. We followed that trail to feel like olden day gold rush settlers.Hiking, skiing, pedal biking, driving, and crab walking are all fun ways to get around, but getting around in an Argo is on a whole other level of fun. Picture sitting in a seat out in the open, turning the handle of the throttle, and this 8 wheel machine moving you very fast across gravel, sand, mud, water etc. You become king of the forest!

Rough riders!

The first night we camped out on this open area, cooked sausages, corn and potatoes over the open fire, and watched the stars til we fell asleep. The next day we continued on another 20km to Frost Lake, where there was a horse shelter, where we stayed for another night! The lake had so many fish they never stopped jumping. When Dom went swimming, fish were biting her toes, but I guess mine were to smelly cause I never had a problem. It rained hard that night, and there was a ton of thunder and lighting. It didn't matter though because we were in a shelter with a wood stove, and had fire roasted corn, sausages and potatoes for another night.

Good morning Argo

Cooking it up!

Ripping it!!!!

Camp for night two

The next morning excited to continue on, the Argo wouldn't start. Me being the horrible mechanic I am couldn't figure out what was wrong, and Domanique couldn't either. We had not run into anyone else for two days, so the chances of us finding anyone to help was very slim. So, working at camp with youth in the wilderness, we do what we do best, and left the Argo and walked 25km back to the snowmobile club house. It took about 5 hours, but I honestly didn't mind the walk as I was so stoked about driving the argo, and the nature around me and the good conversations we had made time pass fast!

I guess this guy got stuck to

When we got to the clubhouse, there was an army guy target practicing with his new gun. He let us use his phone to call someone, but there was no answer. As we walked away, he asked if we needed a ride, we said if it's not a problem for you. He said: “you already walked 25km, I am not going to let you walk anymore, that's Bull shit!” Can't say I couldn't agree with the guy. The army guy happened to be a mechanic in the army, and had worked on a lot of Argo's (what's the chances). Now if only the Argo wasn't stuck out in the middle of nowhere he could help us figure it out! After describing to him what was wrong, he told us it was probably that the battery died.

Rescue mission

The next day we went out with Dom's Grandpa and my friend in their trucks to try and rescue the Argo. We found out about some old logging roads that could get us to Frost lake. The drive out there was very sketchy, but a lot of fun. Some of the narrowness and steepness of the hills were crazy, but was glad to make it. We also had to snap a couple of trees blocking the road which is now a guilty pleasure of mine. We put in a new battery on the Argo and drove it out!

I have had experiences of motor toys breaking down on me before and have had to walk back. My only advice is plan on whatever your driving, to break down, and enjoy the walk back, or learn how to fix them. If it doesn't break down its a bonus! Get out there and go on your own motor vehicle adventures, there's nothing quite like it!

Arts Wells with a journey

A few weeks ago, me and two friends decided to go to a music festival I have heard a lot about but never have been to: Arts Wells. Wells is a very small town in the Cariboo about an hour and a bit east of Quesnel, BC. It is very close to Barkerville (BC's historic ghost town). The area used to be very busy and booming early last century when the gold rush was on. Now it is a tourist town in the summer for the famous Bowron Lake canoe chain, Barkerville, and a ton of outdoors stuff in the area. In the winter it is great for back country skiing, snowmobiling and whatever else people do with a lot of snow and mountains in the middle of nowhere.

The town of Wells

Arts Wells is a music festival put on once a year. There are about 10 venues throughout the town of Wells that would run every day the four days from morning until late at night. There were also a ton of workshops to participate in from Yoga, clowning, music playing and poetry writing. The festival went on from Thursday night through until Monday, and there were I believe, almost 200 different performances.

Street performance going on in Wells

It cost a lot of money (for a cheapskate) to go to this festival and camp there, so me, Andrew and Jeff decided to volunteer there. The festival assigned all three of us as security at the main hall every night from 10pm until 2am. At first we were disappointed about this because it would mean we would have to be able to walk all night, but then being the excited, aggressive person I am, I was thrilled by the fact that we would, for the first time ever get to be bouncers :D

Me and Andrew drove out together to Wells from Prince George. Jeff was already in Wells for something earlier in the week. I had been to Wells last winter for skiing, and I knew of a “shortcut” to get there, down some side road. We ended up taking the wrong turn, and went down a logging road. Andrew, being the crazy guy that he is decided not to turn around and instead continued down this logging road (that we didn't know where it went) to attempt to get to Wells. I must say the logging road was pretty awesome, as we saw (and chased) a ton of grouse through the bush, and there was tons of mountains and creeks the whole way. I was getting pretty annoyed after about two hours when we were still driving and had no idea where we were. I made Andrew stop the car when we came upon these two trailers, and a car parked out front in the middle of no where. Andrew didn't want me to get out, as he was afraid that I would either get murdered or married if I went up to the trailer out in the middle of the woods where the" hillbillies" live. Regardless, I was single and not afraid of death, and more important to me was not running out of gas in the middle of nowhere, potentially hours from civilization.

Right when I got out of the truck, one guy from each trailer came out and greeted me, one with a drink in his hand, and judging by the way he walked it was not his first of that hour. The two guys had a land claim in the area and were gold prospectors. They showed me their mining machines, and they were working the land in that area looking for gold. They told me they stopped showering weeks ago because its the only way the mosquitoes would stop biting them. They would come up to the area every year to prospect and take gold out of the land. This is something that I have considered doing, as if you don't trade your gold for cash its tax free profit, and as the price of gold rises, your profits go up. Not to mention it would be a lot of fun going exploring the bush and trying to strike it rich! Anyways me and Andrew ended up talking with them for about an hour (they hadn't seen anyone else in days), at which point one of the guys split his fourth coke and rum of the hour on my shoe, so I thought it would be a good time to leave. Wells, they said was only a few more kilmeters down the road, which I was stoke about, and Andrew still rubs it in my face, as he seemed to think he knew how to get there all along.

The first day at Wells I'll admit I was pretty scared. The reason being as the people there, are not the kind of people you run into all the time in the city. I don't like the term “Hippie”, but lets just say there were a lot of free spirits around. I would like to say I am a free spirit to, but I am just not used to having other free spirits around me all the time, and I didn't really know what to do. Me and Andrew decided that we would go hide in are tents until are first security shift started, so that's what we did. Mainly because we were scared, but also because I was really tired from the epic journey getting to Wells and experiencing everything, so I passed out for four hours.

Andrew on Bouncer Duty

The first night of security went well and we ended up meeting some pretty cool, inspiring people. The next morning it was boiling hot in are tents, so we decided to go for a swim/ wash in the creek up from the camp sight. When we got there, there was more than a few people skinny dipping, with the same idea as us. At that point I decided this place might not be so bad after all, and me and Andrew freely did cannon balls into the water and joined ;)

The creek near the campsite

For the next two days we spent the afternoons and evenings checking out different workshops and shows. My favorite workshop was the clowning one, because I fit right in! My favorite show was on the outdoor stage by Fred Penner (A famous children's artist), because it brought back good memories and also because we had a good game of Frisbee going on at the same time. The last two security shifts were a lot of fun, as me and Andrew were the door guys, and we kept it under control with a lot of high fives, dancing people through the door, and cheering excessively when artists would walk through (which was every five minutes). We also looked after Anarchy (a dog) who a man would leave at the door for hours as he went into the hall to party. We couldn't let Anarchy in because he had had to much to drink, but he was good company to help keep the building safe from terrorists! Multiple people said we were the best security guards ever, and I would like to think that is true as I believe there were no stabbings, fights, and no one passed out in or around the building. Also the best party at the concert was definitely at the door! The only thing I am sad about is that we didn't have to save anyone from fights, and the tag team pile drive that me Andrew and Jeff practiced for hours didn't get to happen.

George Burner performing

We left the festival Monday morning to get back to work feeling so happy, refreshed and stoked on life. It was by far the best festival I have been to, because of the chill atmosphere, creative and inspirational people we met, the beauty of the place, and all the good shows and cool workshops going on. If you are into enjoying life and being creative (which everyone is meant to be) I would suggest go at some point in your life to this festival or one like it!