...saw:

colours... everywhere.

Ending of the chilled hippie festival, the sun and the lokal brass band woke us and we enjoyed an early breakfast at the coffee and cake bar which was run by the people of the nearby village.

Attended mainly the kids owl painting table which was sweeet. Everytime I'm still amazed of the creativity of most of the kids of every age, attracted by colours and brushed at the booth, when they paint objects they never painted before and of how they express their understanding of nature and environment and how it should be treated.

Packing all the equipment, a short drink with all the busy workers buzzing around us, long train ride, getting home late night.
And getting the dim feeling that all over southern Germany there's no real internet connection. Anyway, 'my' next festivals will be more north, maybe I won't have to backblip then.

(Erm, and still seeing colour. Green on my black jacket. Grrr.)