Yesterday the gent festival came to a close after a solid two weeks of city wide drinking.

This is the first year I’ve actually been in the city for the entire duration of the festival – and I must say I was quite overwhelmed by the pace these Belgians set. Drinking starts at around 10am on a Thursday, and doesn’t stop for a full 11 days and nights. There was a rave outside my house every night from 10pm until 10am, fueled solely on car speakers and who-knows-what-party-substances.

Right now I have some sleep to try and find, whilst the rave is quiet. Arrrgh.

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