The first ever festival I went to was Glastonbury in 1997. So so muddy. I was 16. And green. On the first night my tent got slashed and my wallet, which was in my jeans pocket, was stolen. Not the best start to a festival! I resorted to helping random people sell cider. Just to have some cider. And money. I can still remember shouting: "CIDER! 3 for a FiVER!" The rest of the night is a bit of a blur to be honest...
Ever since then, I've always slept with my wallet in my sleeping bag. Top tip.
And of course, in those days I would have said to bring enough booze. And some wellies. Learnt a lot that first Glastonbury...
These days at a festival I'm the calm in the storm. I'm usually massaging, providing a place for people to be quiet and to be cared for before they skip off into the chaos again.
My festival tips now are a bit dull - I got a new sleeping mat last year which helps at night. And earplugs are my friends.
My top tip would be to seek out the sauna. There's almost always a sauna at a festival. Such a good reset. Get clean and fresh and make friends all at the same time.
This summer, August 25 - 28 I will be at Shambala with Katie Challis, offering massage and reiki. Are any of you going to be there? Come say hello if so.
Wishing you the best festival times and for those of you who aren't into them, enjoy your lovely bed. Yum.
If you have a festival survival tip that might be useful to others, please share it in the comments.
Sending love, however and wherever you are,
Ruth Nadia x
Ps. Did you spot the mystery hand in the photo? For some reason it really tickles me.