I got there on Thursday at 11pm, after a long but fast hitchhiking journey from Brussels. I landed somewhere not too far and used the mass transit for the last mile. I got out of the bus at the last stop along with two other people. I looked at them: "Beach Camp?" - "Yep".
 
One quiet german girl and one speaks-all-the-time-heaps-of-bullcrap dutch guy. I shouldn't be so hard on him, I suppose that's how I come across to a lot of people...
 
I have seen the world of hospex slowly taken over by Mtv watchers and MacDonalds customers mainly under the impulse of the couchsurfing.org network, that owner's motto is "more donation" which translates into "more members, whoever they are". I was half expecting that this year, there would be a big screen TV, and that the conversation would be around football and getting laid for boys ; shopping and how men are disgusting for girls.
 
I got to the entrance gate after a 20 min walk through the darkest forest, replying from times to times to the Dutch guy ("you're really from Reunion Island?" "How was your flight?" "What kind of music do you like?"). There were standing most of the organising team. I leapted in their arms. They're distant friends that I see once a year. Most of us met in the legendary 1st hospex camp in Normandy in 2005.
 
It was night. I followed the signs to the tent area. It was in a little forest, which is a great improvement on the previous times (that happened at a different location). A tent becomes a fucking oven when it gets hit by the first rays of the sun. Trees help you sleep late.
 
Instead of pitching my tent on the first free spot, I walked around the camp a bit. There were plenty of people scattered around, and I wanted to have nice neighbors. I found a group of people that more or less ignored me. So I walked away. Then another pack that instantly opened up to include me. I chatted with them for a while. And then, I found another group that were sitting on the floor and that sounded nice. I set up my tent at equal distance of both.
 
Then went back to the entrance. There was a sort of outdoor bar, a sound system was playing some hard rock (yeah!).
I met my ex-travelling companion Franck that was walking around in T-shirt. I gave him my jacket and went dancing to stay warm. Temperature was annoyingly low. Nothing really tremendous happened. I met with old traveller friends, we exchanged a couple of cute stories. When the clock stroke 3am, I went to bed. There seemed to be no tentless person so I enjoyed the spaciousness of my tent, and the bite of the cold.