Ok, let's start :) This is a true story.

On EXIT 05, after Fatboy Slim, I went back to camp with my friends. I confess - I was "a little" lightheaded :) And beacuse you can not go to sleep thirsty, we drank a beer or two at our tents, before we went to sleep.

A little while later...

"HEY!!! Come out!", somebody yelled in perfect english and was grabbing my feet. First, I just turned around and ignore him/them.

Again - "COME OUT!! This is not your tent!"

WTF? Ok, this must be serious... "Wait, let me find my cigarettes," I say and start looking in the dark for my cigarettes... "I think that you won't find your cigarettes here, because... THIS IS NOT YOUR TENT!!!", someone yelled again and started laughing.

Now I stumbled up, stepped out barefooted and... "Fuck... This really isn't my tent," I said and found four or five people laughing their hearts out. I looked around and I saw my tent - five or more tents to the right... I embaressed started to apologize. In a few minutes we became friends, they were all from England (London, I think), and there were no resentment.

I still don't know, how I came from my tent to theirs in my sleep, beacuse I am certian that I went to sleep into my tent. Nobody knows...

The next morning everyone from the "english camp" were having a great laugh on the night experience :) If the person who owned that tent is now reading this - I am sorry again :P

Still to come in camp experiences - showering with the watter from the toilet, meeting a israelian woman soldier, and more...