What supposed to be a post about my highlights of this year’s edition of Pukkelpop, will be a post about probably the most scarifying day of my life.
The last few days my girlfriend and I spent some time at the beach. We had a great time, beautiful weather and wished we could stay a few more days. But we had tickets for Pukkelpop, a tradition that stands for years, so why miss that? The day begon good, the sun was out, but we knew rain was probably coming our way later that evening. Who could have thought that rain would be the worst storm of our lives?
As we were waiting for the first band we actually wanted to see that day, we were killing some time by eating delicious Vietnamese egg rolls and by having a fresh beer in front of the main stage. As the weather went darker, we decided to find some shelter for the upcoming rain. As we already wandered around some more, the closest place to stay dry was the Chateau. A stage we almost never visit. It’s a tent that looks like the one a traveling circus would use, with a line-up of bands I’ve never heard of. Inside the tent we sat down at the left side against the fences. Soon we felt rain coming inside, and the whole tent started to move. The wind pushed the fences hard in our back, so we stood up and started to walk in the direction of the exit to see what was going on. At that point, looking outside, we saw something terrible was about to happen. Usually you can see far down the site, but a wall of rain limited the view. The band (still don’t really know which one) kept on playing, probably not aware what was going on. Suddenly we saw the tent breaking open from top to bottom. I guess one of the stitchings couldn’t hold it anymore. The columns in the middle of tent, holding everything in place, started to lean towards us. All we could do, was to run. People around us started to panic, we saw people falling on the floor, and heard a lot screaming. We climbed over the fallen fences on our hands and feet. Luckily we could get out in a matter of seconds. Then we started running in the heavy rain, hail and wind towards another stage, the Marquee. We waited for a few minutes for the hail to stop, and we started walking towards the exit of the festival site. Everywhere was filled with debris in deep water and mud. We got to the car, but still needed an hour to get out of the area that was now one big place of disaster.
It was not until I got home, that the shock hit me. Because communicating through mobile phones was not possible, I started to look on Facebook and Twitter to see if family and friends were okay. Thank god for the internet. I saw everyone I know was reporting to be alright in their Facebook status, and that many people around the festival site were helping each other out. It makes me happy to see people still care of each other in difficult times.
The weird thing about it all was that my mind was clear at the moment of crisis. The only thing I could think of while seeing the tent being ripped apart, was to get the hell out of there. I tried not to loose my girlfriend out of sight, and I told her to be calm and run. Just run the fuck out of here. It was weird to see so many confused people, all wondering what was going on. In the Marquee I saw many people comforting each other, but they all showed fear in their eyes.
I will never forgot that moment. Thanks to what ever saved us. And my deepest condolences to the families and friends of the people who died in those horrible 10 to 15 minutes.
I didn’t took any pictures at Pukkelpop this year. But I found this video from someone filming just outside the tent we were in. You can see the big white tent on the left being trashed by the storm. Can’t believe we got out of it.
Live the fullest you can.










