Made a rather eventful trek to the cabaret tent, in which I bought a bottle of diet coke (a personal highlight), got hugged by a troll, watched a midget strong man bend a pole around his neck and got shouted at by a pair of Aussie life guards who had set up camp either side of one of the roads and were telling people off for swimming, walking, breathing and heavy petting.
No, I'm not telling you what I was up to.
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I didn't realize the mud was deep enough to warrant life guards but hey, maybe they're proactive.
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