Playing to no one!
Novi Sad main street
Mika performing
Yeah boi!
Novi Sad and the Danube from the fortress at dusk
Chill out zone at exit camp
Charming exit
The camp ground before the influx
The campground full up 
Laughable anticsWe decided to get to Exit Festival early as we wanted to avoid the queues and get a good shady camping spot. On arrival Cass was ecstatic to find out that we could park our van in the camping ground (for an extra fee of course) this meant no tents, our own bed and our own toilet: we were one of the posh camper’s lol! Although there were only two other vans at the campsite when we arrived we decided to make a grand entrance. There had been recent heavy rain and the ground was full of hay which had been put down to stop people getting stuck in the mud. The hay sounds like a good idea but combined with patches of wet clay ground it provides no grip for tyres. This meant we entered the campsite in the van doing wheel spins and skidding from side to side and then came to a screeching halt by getting bogged. One of the campsites workers managed to rustle up 8 burly men but they just seemed to make the problem worse and tortoise’s wheels sunk even deeper into the ground. We were eventually helped out of our bog with the assistance of a tractor as well as the 8 burly men pushing! After much sweat and a very tired revved out van engine and a broken tow rope strap we were free to set up camp for the next week.
Exit was a little crazy with the usual shenanigans of a festival, we left the camper one morning/afternoon to find a guy passed out under our bicycle rack and another morning a guy was passed out next to our generator. On one of the last mornings our neighbours were packed up ready for their flights back to the UK, they had little time to spare but their mate was AWOL, they were rather anxious with all scenarios running through their minds. Their mate eventually turned up all jolly and said he had just woken up in the bush outside the campsite as he passed out there the night before while clambering out of a taxi - the mates looked less than impressed, hopefully they didn’t miss their flight! One night we saw a man fall into a urinal while in the process of having a wee, he walked up to his friends soaked in urine as though nothing had happened!
Mika and Royksopp were our favourite acts although Missy Elliot’s performance was so terrible it was extremely entertaining (especially for Cass who didn’t believe hip-hop was a genre!). Missy spent ages signing trainers which she then threw into the audience (Bek was hoping to get one for Ebay) then 10 minutes was spent clearing a path in the crowd so she could walk through it (for 30 seconds), that was in between a Michael Jackson tribute speech (well we think it was about MJ but couldn’t be too sure!), three costume changes and about 10 minutes of terrible singing/wailing. She then just disappeared 50 minutes into what was meant to be a 2 hour performance! Sadly even though there were in excess of 180,000 people attending exit some acts played to no one, especially when the big acts were playing!
We stayed at Exit after the acts had finished and we both became Eco Warriors and turned others unwanted possessions into our treasure, among other things we acquired (ahem rehomed!) an awning, mosquito net, a football, 3 lilos (for Croatia and Albania), two beach mats, new (unbroken) camping chairs and a gas cooker. Bek acquired a flowery camping chair one day and we headed to the chill out area to read our books, Bek soon left it behind though as she nearly became impaled on a faulty leg. The music at Exit didn’t start until 7pm so most days were spent relaxing in the chill out area. One day a gorgeous puppy came into the area and pounced on a girl who was asleep in her sleeping bag on the floor. The girl was sat next to us and sat bolt upright and looked at Cass with a filthy look. Cass said “puppy dog” and pointed in the direction the puppy had gone, the girl looked less than impressed and appeared to think Cass was hallucinating or was making up a huge elaborate lie, it didn’t help as we were both chuckling as the puppy had disappeared at this point and we realised the explanation of (it was the) ‘puppy dog’ did appear far fetched as puppies are generally not seen at festivals.
Exit was a little crazy with the usual shenanigans of a festival, we left the camper one morning/afternoon to find a guy passed out under our bicycle rack and another morning a guy was passed out next to our generator. On one of the last mornings our neighbours were packed up ready for their flights back to the UK, they had little time to spare but their mate was AWOL, they were rather anxious with all scenarios running through their minds. Their mate eventually turned up all jolly and said he had just woken up in the bush outside the campsite as he passed out there the night before while clambering out of a taxi - the mates looked less than impressed, hopefully they didn’t miss their flight! One night we saw a man fall into a urinal while in the process of having a wee, he walked up to his friends soaked in urine as though nothing had happened!
Mika and Royksopp were our favourite acts although Missy Elliot’s performance was so terrible it was extremely entertaining (especially for Cass who didn’t believe hip-hop was a genre!). Missy spent ages signing trainers which she then threw into the audience (Bek was hoping to get one for Ebay) then 10 minutes was spent clearing a path in the crowd so she could walk through it (for 30 seconds), that was in between a Michael Jackson tribute speech (well we think it was about MJ but couldn’t be too sure!), three costume changes and about 10 minutes of terrible singing/wailing. She then just disappeared 50 minutes into what was meant to be a 2 hour performance! Sadly even though there were in excess of 180,000 people attending exit some acts played to no one, especially when the big acts were playing!
We stayed at Exit after the acts had finished and we both became Eco Warriors and turned others unwanted possessions into our treasure, among other things we acquired (ahem rehomed!) an awning, mosquito net, a football, 3 lilos (for Croatia and Albania), two beach mats, new (unbroken) camping chairs and a gas cooker. Bek acquired a flowery camping chair one day and we headed to the chill out area to read our books, Bek soon left it behind though as she nearly became impaled on a faulty leg. The music at Exit didn’t start until 7pm so most days were spent relaxing in the chill out area. One day a gorgeous puppy came into the area and pounced on a girl who was asleep in her sleeping bag on the floor. The girl was sat next to us and sat bolt upright and looked at Cass with a filthy look. Cass said “puppy dog” and pointed in the direction the puppy had gone, the girl looked less than impressed and appeared to think Cass was hallucinating or was making up a huge elaborate lie, it didn’t help as we were both chuckling as the puppy had disappeared at this point and we realised the explanation of (it was the) ‘puppy dog’ did appear far fetched as puppies are generally not seen at festivals.
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