This is part 3 of our Vibes Life Essential Guide to Coachella , for the full guide click here
Camping at Coachella? Do it right!
Camping at a festival is a right of passage for any adult let alone teenager. There’s not a festival campsite in the world that doesn’t have that lawless, “Mad Max” feel about it. A place where spontaneous riots/parties erupt out of nowhere and everybody you meet is a potential “new friend for life”. Festival stripes are awarded to those who elegantly (and painlessly) navigate through 6 inches of mud to their camping spot. Armed with nothing but a rickety sack trolly, loaded to breaking point with 3 crates of beer, 2 sleeping bags, 1 tent and a pot noodle.
You’ve probably seen from our previous post Big Fish Little Fish Vibes, that we love a baby rave. We’re in the midst of that first year baby haze, so still working up to that “Im back” drinking sesh. As our willpower is non existent, we need Emerson to escort us when raving to alleviate the urge to get totally annihilated.
Welcome to Part 2 of this Vibes Life Essential Guide to Coachella, the line up got announced this week, and the final release of General tickets go on sale this Friday, the 5th January 2018. Securing tickets online for any festival is stressful at best, and there is no real “tutorial” that can be given for this essential part of the process. We know people who really struggle to get tickets when it comes to this method, and for whatever reason they miss out year after year. All we can do is pass on our own little nuggets of advice in the hope that you to will be successful. Be prepared, trying to explain this in person and trying to write about it here are two completely different entities so at times you will find me ranting on like a deranged psychopath using words like “Data” and “Traffic”. Stay with me, read through it a couple of times, make notes if you want and come Friday 19.00 GMT (thats 11.00 PDT) it will all fall into place. My ramblings will turn into fact and you will keep your Kool in an international wide state of ticket buying panic. Lets do this.
For Part one of our Vibes Life Essential guide to Coachella we’re gonna take it right back to the start. There’s a few things to think about now you’ve committed yourself to getting across the pond for 3 straight days of dancing like a lunatic and drinking sangria out of a bag thats being slapped. They may not be the most important decisions you make all weekend but these are probably the most grown up out of the whole procedure, the choices you make here will actually have a cause and effect on your whole experience. But let’s not get too dramatic and take what I’ve just said too seriously, whatever works for you works for you, thats all that matters.
Every year, over 100,000 revellers descend on the grassy green fields of the Empire polo club, nestled in the Californian desert town of Indio, this location’s surrounding mountain ranges create arguably one of the most breathtaking festival backdrops in history. Although best known for its chart topping A-list headliners (and surprise guest appearances), the Coachella Valley Arts and Music festival is something of a pilgrimage for the many people who journey there, ourselves included. Just like Glastonbury, Isle of Wight, Burning man, or any of the worlds biggest and most famous festivals, Coachella has certain sights and experiences that keep people returning, almost religiously, year after year.
Feeling a little jaded on Sunday after getting into the Christmas “spirit” (that goes by the name of Gin), I opened up my phone to a message from a fellow blogger. The Girl Who Went Everywhere, Jinpa Smith has nominated us for a Liebster Award. This news blew away the cobwebs, our blog is only a few months old, so this was something that we really weren’t expecting.
The Glory Days
It wasn’t too long ago that our Sundays were spent lounging on the sofa, binge watching Netflix under a duvet, surrounded by empty crisp packets, and coke bottles; counting down the hours to when it’s deemed reasonably acceptable to dial in a Pizza, or Indian, or Thai, or……. you get the drift. This is what a hangover looked like in the Cox household, and it was a regular not so pretty sight. When we found out that we were expecting our first baby, we were in our 30’s and living the students dream/ nightmare spending equal time partying followed by suffering most weekends. From the moment we met back in ’02 at a drum and bass rave in Fabric, we never really stopped. Our love of music, dancing and going a bit wild was the foundation of our relationship, whether it was partying at a rave or a festival we were on it.
A little bit about Meraki…
August this year saw the very first Meraki festival held in St Albans. The team behind this festival went all out to create a 3 day all inclusive bonanza. Camping, family activities and music all rolled into one. The first thing that caught my eye with this festival was the amount on offer for the ticket price. Daily activities including baby sensory classes, arts and crafts, soft play, and kiddie raves that ran from 7am till 5pm? That seemed like good value.
The headliners? Let’s just say they’re not our usual cup of tea. Seeing as having a baby has completely robed us of rhythm we weren’t planing on doing much dancing. Getting to hear some live music whilst keeping the little dude entertained sounded good. I had to check this out. Meraki has more family friendly facilities than you can shake a stick at. This was a great chance to have a practice run for next years season and cut Emerson’s festival teeth.
So whats a guy gonna do?
I dived in head first and brought a weekend camping ticket for around £140. Instead of telling the wife I thought, I know I’ll keep quiet and surprise her a few days before. Here’s a quick lesson on things not to do to a new mother: Surprise her with festival tickets a few days before it starts. As I proudly revealed what I had planned for the weekend a look of absolute horror came over her face. This was not the joy and excitement I envisioned in my head. What had I done wrong!? “I’ve got nothing to wear! “ was the reply.
Of course! I had forgotten the golden rule, a woman’s outfit is everything! Cue a Tasmanian devil style tornado as my wife tore through wardrobes and drawers amid cries of “nothing fits anymore”. This was swi