Big Adventures, Little World

I had no idea how much walking was going to be involved during the weekend of the Fuji Rock Festival, but it quickly became evident as we scaled the mountain looking for a nice place to pitch our tent.

From the car park, each of us loaded up with all we could carry, we walked and walked through “Tent City” and after going high up the mountain and scouting a few sites, we found a flatish spot. This took us about half an hour, just to get to the site from the car park, including going up inclines of 40 degrees, maybe more.

“Tent City” as it is known:

The journey up the mountain was amazing, but hard. Thousands of people had already set there tents up, and it was really bizarre seeing so many tents in the one place, hence the nickname, “Tent City.” We set up the tent, put what we had inside, and began the journey of heading back to the car to get the rest of the gear and bring it back to the tent, known as “The Hilton of Tents.” We eventually made it back to the tent, set everything up before laying down at 3.30am for some much needed rest before the big days ahead.