2004 was my first Coachella, and I camped. I have never experienced such ridiculous temperatures. I think I got about 4 hours sleep over the entire 3 days. There was no shade ANYWHERE and every morning I got woken up at 4am by the sun slowly rising and roasting me in my tent. I was sharing the tent with my friend Simon and on the last night we were both so hot that we decided to forget about our dignity and both just slept naked. On the Monday morning, as I drove away from the campsite, I felt more exhausted and broken and filthy and hot than I have ever felt in my entire life.
In 2005 I stayed at a motel in Palm Springs, with some friends, and in 2006 and 2007 we rented a house. However, these friends won't be able to come next year, and I don't want to pay ludicrous prices for a hotel, and I cannot afford a house alone.
So I have been considering my options and, bizarrely, camping somehow feels like an extremely tempting option. There was something wonderful about the whole experience in 2004, and that was still my favourite Coachella by far. I loved the feeling of "conquering the heat" by surviving in the campsite, and meeting all the other campers, and, errr, bonding with them, and that experience is something I actually missed over the past 3 years. Despite feeling exhausted and broken and filthy and hot, I loved every second of that festival, and it genuinely changed my life.
I am still undecided about what to do though. Argh. I DO love air con and showers.