// Australian travel blog
Continued from Part 1
As the leader rounded up the group, we all gathered around in each other’s smell bubbles and listened attentively. There was one primary volunteer organiser, and several team leaders who would be in charge of the varying volunteer areas. The headquarters, where we’d present to commence our shifts, was located at the market place along with the food vendors and fashion stalls. All the organisers were chilled, friendly, and buggered from what appeared to have already been a long week.
Aside from the basic details, I learned that I should go and help people if they’re having a ‘bad trip’, get medical attention for said person if they required it, and encourage them to tell the truth about what they’d taken, in case the paramedics tried to give them something that might ‘intermix badly’ with their illicit drugs. Aha! Drug-drug interactions: my day job was coming in handy!
In addition, we were told not to waste our time talking back if we came across any wankers who were too high and being obnoxious; we also learned where to find the DanceSafe crew – a team whose members’ official roles included assisting people through bad trips on the dance floor. The following day I came across their stall in the market place, which was complete with a giant-sized printed chart of which licit and illicit drugs should be compatible with one another… harm minimisation, you see.
After a brief run down, and receiving our wristbands, we were released into the night. I made my way back to the tent in the dark, and climbed in and switched on the fairy lights as it continued to drizzle outside. I organised myself a sophisticated dinner of 1.5 x Coles bakery tiger rolls, some almonds, and a Pink Lady apple. Relatively balanced, I thought, and with a beer for good measure.
Once dinner was done, the lack of WiFi and phone signal became overly apparent, and I tried to remember what people did before technology. Even knowing there’d be no power, I had purchased a great solar-powered torch complete with USB charger from Big W during the week, so that I could still take pretty pictures on my iPhone. But it was night-time, and there were no pretty things visible out in the dark bush. I was the only glamper and I was all alone.
So what does one do when all alone in the bush?