Lorenzo & his humble friends

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Tag: BBK Live 2012

Back home – for a bit

I got home. It is time to move on after:

  • the ancient graves of Greyfriars, the Old University buildings and the good conferences of rainy Edinburgh;
  • the hipster boutiques of North Laines, the Pier made for old people, Queen’s park, and the good presentations of sunny Brighton;
  • the beautiful Regent’s Park, the crowded Camden Town, and the always cosmopolitan streets of cloudy London;
  • the less-beautiful-than-expected Place Flagey and Ixelles, the quite-ok Le Chatelen, the exaltation of the interns, and the beer of messy Bruxelles (yeah, I did not go crazy for the city);
  • the quiet seaside of Santander (not much, really);
  • the total devastation of Kobetamendi*, the modern architecture, the surfing beach of Sopelana, the homosexuals, the Casco Viejo, Deusto and the surfing hostel of rich Bilbao.

Interestingly enough this long virtual trip from Northern to Southern Europe began like this:

… and finishes like this:

*looking back at BBK, the best gigs were definitely those of Ben Howard, Mumford & Sons, Noah & the Whale (all three excellent as expected), Bloc Party (even better than expected), Radiohead (fairly good and not expected), Sum 41 (still good, but less than expected).

A tale of Australians, homosexuals, and three tents

After spending one day at the beach I just settled in the surfbackpakers hostel of Bilbao. Danilo, the last one friend who was staying with me, just left for Italy. Yesterday and today we realized this city is full of homosexuals. One even offered us several beers and spent quite a lot of time with us. It was interesting first, then it got a bit creepy.

Interestigly enough, when we arrived at the festival 5 days ago we settled on the top of a hill, just besides three empy tents. The view was nice and to be’ honest we were hoping to find three nice girls there. Then three big and hugely drunk Australians got there – and we left. We literally changed spot, as they were exactly the kind of persons who over night can get very annoying – and snore. Now, keep in mind that they
were only three out of the 110000 people who attended the festival – more than the number of people living in my city. Now guess who are my three room-mates at the surfhostel.

Bilbao – BBK Live

End of the blackout. On Wednesday I flew from Bruxelles to Santander. I spent one night there, then I moved to Kobetamendi, just over Bilbao, where I attended the BBK Live.

Before sharing some thoughts on that, I will just add a brief final note on Bruxelles. Looking back to the past there are so many interesting people I met and then only rarely I have been able to keep the relation going over time. I hope I can stay in touch with some of the people I’ve met in Bruxelles.

Now a comment on the Basque Country. The BBK was as good as expected. I went to see The Gift, The Band of Skulls, Ben Howard, The Cure, Blic Party, Noah and the Whale, Mumford and Sons, Radiohead, Keane, Garbage, Sum 41. I camped with five friends I met there. We had no shower, no electricity for four days: just heaps of Red Bull – and other stuff. I am now in a small pension in Bilbao and have no plans but wandering about this beautiful place for the next few days.