July 20, 2014
They don't really encourage you to stay for the last day. Toilets remain untouched since Saturday morning, no TP and mountains of shit. The standing 4-way urinals are worse for my money - located more often in direct sunlight, rocking back and forth on uneven ground, you can see the rolling waves of piss beneath you, smell the ocean of the combined piss of thousands of drunk men. Shit seems to mellow, the vast combinations of smells cancelling each other out (to an extent, it still stinks) but piss accumulates, it boils in the sun, fermenting, resulting in toxic islands best avoided for a quick step into the treeline.
The beer is still flowing, but down to a trickle. I wonder whether they've tapped the last keg, or whether service will rebound to meet the demands of tonight's after party. One food stand still open, hard liquor still available. The cleaners are at work in the auditorium, combing through grass and gravel for every scrap of evidence. Cell phone charging still available, thankfully, and quite reasonably. Stranding foreigners without a phone charge would be an inhospitable challenge this far away from Prague. Not that the way back is so difficult.
It's nine something in the AM Sunday, and I need another beer. Gotta use up these drink tickets as they're no good next year. The cup on the other hand...
Down to the dark beer. It's a bad scene in the beer tent, this could be my last. Stragglers still drinking, singing, smoking, falling off chairs (benches) around me.
95% of the crowd is gone Sunday morning. Cell phone charging disappeared shortly after I recorded my final notes. Back to Prague without witnessing the after show. Next year? I can only hope to return. If not, the road doesn't end here. It splits off in a hundred directions to a hundred different shows, a continent and a planet of extreme to explore. The summit disbands, and the attendees wander off to the four corners of the globe. May the Obscene reign for another thousand years.
Goodbye, Trutnov
