Last. Ever. At least last where I’m part of the people making it.
Without further ado…pictures:
…that’s what you want from this blog, right?
(On the way to the festival area you might find…)
(…people like Toshi who never made it back to his tent at night. Still sleeping…)
(…or some Hula gyals…)
(…or a bunch of nude guys…)
(…and Clara (in blue. ok, ok, in blue on top of the thing)
(Finally find one of the tent I belonged to (Not the maid tent))
(Notice teacan + hairdo. Sure sign of fun last night. Beercan and awake eyes on the right)
(Ikuya had his band playing in TAU-…sort of hall. I have new respect for Ikkun. His a badass drummer. I’m buying the cd)
(Honestly…no, you can’t see all the way up to the brain. Stop it)
(Sales going great)
(Arrrrh Jam)
(What would Geisai be without Fireworks? However…)
(…Hoshino was the real shining star. From the 80ies though)
(Alright, time for the Banzai run. All staff gather – Geisai is over – time to catch up. They’ll run togheter, maybe hundreds of ’em, from tent to tent, demanding booze. And demanding speeches from the staffleaders. The reason they’re taped and somewhat waterproof is that the tradition is to throw whatever liquid you have at your disposal at them. So…)
(…He had to come out, and join in on the run. Plastic taped raincoats? That’s for wimps)
(Last chance for a pic before I joined the run. Sadly, Swedes weren’t that welcome in groups that screams Japanese fighting words. Nevertheless, cheered up some people. Good enough)
(Remember this place from earlier blogentries?…)
(…fill it with people…)
(…add speakers and dj…)
(…and finally, add Gyama)
(Fun fun fun. But sadly, over. It’s 7 or 8 in the morning & I’m heading for work)