After much planning and frantically trying to scrounge up tickets, a bucket list item of mine was finally crossed off the list. Forgive me for being a little late on this post, but better late than never…
A couple of months ago, my good friend Britt and I boarded separate planes, from opposite ends of the country and met up in Brisbane for Splendour in the Grass. We took a bus from Brisbane to Byron Bay, which was especially entertaining as Britt was nursing a nasty hangover from the night before. We arrived in Byron around 4pm and ended up renting a car to get to our accommodation, which was about 45 minutes out of Byron. Our accommodation was a deluxe caravan, parked out the front of a lovely couples house. Airnbnb always comes through with the goods! After failing to pack gumboots, our hosts happened to have some spare (which they’d pinched from the tent grounds of a previous festival) so we felt pretty special. Gumboots turned out to be a must-have item, as we soon discovered and we felt very grateful that we had opted out of camping at the grounds.
After fantasizing about attending what is known as Australia’s most iconic music festival, I found myself mentally preparing myself for 3 massive days of music, mud and madness. The grounds were huge, and walking through the mud for 3 straight days proved to be quite a workout. It was actually quite a physically demanding music festival, and we really spent our days productively; seeing as many artists as we could manage and catching up with old and new friends at every opportunity. The overall vibe of the festival was the best I’d ever experienced, everyone was friendly and courteous of one another and we found ourselves bonding with so many likeminded strangers amongst the mud. ‘Straya!
Byron was such a cool place, I wish I’d had longer to spend there just walking around, shopping and eating. Being an acclimatised Melbourne girl, the 20 degree weather felt like a little taste of summer, so the 4 days we spent there definitely made me long for warmer days. I am definitely planning on coming back and maybe even driving there instead of taking a plane. Road trip, anyone?
All up, it was the best music festival I have ever been to and I now well and truly understand what it means to have Splendour fever. It was the perfect little mid-year escape and I loved catching up with Britt again. The number of inside jokes we have added to our collection after Splendour is pretty impressive if I do say so myself!
Splendour, see you next year!?