Well got to almost 6-oh before attending a music festival and so glad this was on my bucket list.  No internet or phone at Mundi Mundi so no real time blog posts possible. I’ll try to capture  the essence…here goes…

Roll in… joined the long convoy out of BH to the bash. CB radio was buzzing with excitement. Took about 2 hours to do the 20 k into the Mundi Mundi  Station ((most on the last 1k). 

Our site-  we were allocated a great site, right on a pathway to the main action which meant it was near impossible to get lost (phew) but also a bit like a fish bowl to the passing foot traffic, most of whom stopped for a chat or to comment on what we were cooking. Definitely can’t step out in our undies to make morning coffee (of course I do that all the time- not!). But provided us with  great entertainment in the late evening as the lost souls go by again….and again… looking for their sites in the dark.

The people– the general demographic is a mix of people our age or olderr and young families- kids everywhere on bikes – total absence of teens who either don’t want be seen dead with all these oldies or can’t miss school. Everyone extremely chatty- feels a bit like old home week.

Cowboy hats, flannel shirts and bluestones are mandatory  attire regardless of gender (I tick 2 of the three two boxes).

The food– we had the best intentions to cook each night, and did a couple, but with main gig between 4 & 8.30 this made firing up the camp stove difficult. Food vans were way better than expected great (almost) healthy options and GF- all hallaciously  expensive but hey- we’re in the outback.

The facilities– hmmm what can I say here- no running water & composting/long drop style toilets- I’ll leave the rest to the imagination but let’s just say I learned very quickly not to look back as some things just can’t be unseen! Dettol wipes were our friend! And apart from a brief few minutes where I found myself locked in a less than sanitary cubicle (thank heavens there were people outside to wrench the lock open)- all pretty straight forward although definitely not the highlight of the experience.

Music- sensational from start to finish- from the back ups through to the main draws- there’s something about watching live music under the outback sky- even if it does leave you coated in red dust!

Our particular favourites were Casey Chambers and Jon Stevens. The Ouls were- well, The Oils and in a particularly political form as you no doubt heard in the news. Jimmy Barnes made our ears bleed and of course Bjorn Again released my inner Abba. By the end of each day we literally fell into bed exhausted. Most mornings woke up to ice on the tent.

Roll out looked like it was going to be uneventful until we tried to turn over the engine and found our battery was dead flat- but hey, you’re never short of solutions when you’re around serious 4WD’ers. Went over to the camp site  with the  the biggest 4WD we could see and before we could say ‘Jack Robinson’ they were at our site jumper leads in hand.  

Took about an hour to get off the station and on the road to start the long journey home- can’t believe our holiday is coming to an end.

Spending the night in  Curlwaa- a small town on the Murray that happens to have a little caravan park with hot showers and flushing toilets!  Bliss!

Would we go again- definitely!