Cox

19:40. I try to sleep at a petrol station to hotel-style 70s. I can not. There is no air conditioning, and outside would result of 30 º. When we arrived at Cox, one of Van said: "the far-west", and had reason. Cox is in the middle of nothing. Is that it is nothing. There are no trees, no activity at any time. We have reached a strange and inappropriate to participate in a festival that has more non-concertillo of people. Two of the teloners, in the area, not to touch the stars are minimal. Expect no more than 300 people, and know where the removed. So I do.

Not only did not the air conditioning. There are those who converted the hotel into a community hall ... Thank you for education. And a constant noise and soket not seem to treure'nl'entrellat.

The sun makes an appearance absolute, and the "good" organization only helps us with fresh water bottles. Catering nothing, not even shade. Nothing, absolutely nothing. They say it is a "festival". They know what it means ...

Only interests me terminated. I do not know when, tomorrow we hope to 8 pm from Van to get us to Athens, where we hope to continue a schedule that has not been absolutely never. And we puteja. Oi time. From 0000 we will begin or perhaps to the 1 or 2 ... Tans fot them ... they say in the festival.

19:44. I try to sleep and I can not ... I can not thank you. Then you do not ask. Nor will answer.

03.54. We leave with the van full. It is all collected. The team of sound cool, and the whole of lights. Not the concert is over ... the people there was probably because it was supposed to be. Perfect, slamming the van and forget us Cox and his hotel. ... Pamplona to 8 pm from Van ... at night. Second turn driving me ... well. Forget.