Ahoy, summer is in full swing, with the country’s biggest music festival kicking off the season- Rocking the Daisies 2014.
Amongst a crowd of 21000 strong, I set off for my fourth consecutive Daisies experience courtesy of our friends at Brutal Fruit South Africa…Oh the excitement! Trekking through Atlantis once a year has become second nature to me, as my “naweek lyfies” and I packed up two bakkies and ventured out to Cloof Wine Estate out in dearest Darling.
On arrival, We headed to the VIP entry, where a chauffeur piled us into a 4X4 and escorted us to receive our bands. The ticketing system worked vastly different this year where you are now required to register your ticket under your name and present your ID or passport. The new system warded off the laaities, risks of underage drinking and successfully reduced the festival crime rate. However, as with most new systems, there is bound to be a few hiccups, with the system crashing for 45 minutes on Friday. The crash backlogged the line, with some festival goers experiencing a four-hour wait to enter and the dreaded “FOMO” of the missed performances.
But after settling into our new home and jolling through the evening, the morning was welcomed with a fresh shower, some lady-maintenance and some cool beverages at the Brutal Fruit Daisy Den. Clearly an attraction, the Daisy Den each morning seemed to sport a 100m line of recovering, mascara panda-eyed, “bos hare” girls in broken flower crowns and pajamas, patiently waiting to enter the den and 20 minutes later to emerge as festival goddesses.
Daisies got me good, spending most of my time at the beach bar, my beloved Electro dome (stomp stomp stomp), cooking on the skottel braai, sleeping 8 “prawns” in a five-man tent and making campsite friends with a vibey group of Joburgers who drove specially down for the festival.
I can’t wait for the 10 year anniversary of the festival in 2015. No doubt it is set to be a crazy celebration with more fantastic acts and of course all of you who crazies who make the Daisies experience unforgettable.
A huge thanks to Brutal Fruit for the experience and reviving us, stomped-out women of the festival every morning! See y’all next year.
Official RTD photos by Adriaan Louw and Jonx Pillemer