This is the van after shopping at Walmart. I had to drive as my legs were the only ones that would fit behind the steering wheel.
Also, I was feeling pretty awesome after wheeling and dealing a spare Bonnaroo ticket with dodgy scalpers in the Walmart carpark.
We arrived swiftly, had a tiny wait for our car search (they moderate alcohol and look for drugs) and parked on up at our tenting area. This process usually takes hours so we were feeling quite smug about our day arriving the day before most people.
Thursday morning at Bonnaroo was a bit quieter as this is the day that most people arrive and the main stage doesn't open until the Friday. All we could see were tents for miles!
Chloe Lewis and I were going to be in America at the same time. I was like, "Come to Bonnaroo!" and she was like, "Okay!"
She was very happy to see us after spending two days in a car with some odd fellows from New York State.
To be honest, Chloe and I kind of freaked out on the first day. There were many douchebags around. Fraternity tattooed meatheads repeatedly saying Bonnaroo! and giving many high fives. I tried to think, "Hey! They're having a great time!" But the air of aggression was very off putting.
We just really had a day of getting our bearings, listening to a bit of music and taking in the new atmosphere.
Most patrons were soooo tan.
Here out some of Mark's pictures of us hanging out. We were very lucky to have Patrick and Lauren from North Carolina as fantastic neighbours.
I can't really even remember who played on this day? Alabama Shakes methinks.
One great thing that I was armed with, was a media pass. This meant I could take my camera into the concert grounds (you are usually only allowed a camera with no detachable lenses) and snap away without any trouble.