My first Oppikoppi. Ten hours on the road. Arrive at the dry and dusty campsite, and send out search party to locate and investigate the toilets. Get tent up, trying to avoid impaling ourselves on nasty thorn trees. Unpack half a ton of camping gear into the sand until we find the beers. Search party returns and reports toilets not only usable but quite luxurious compared with other festivals. Cold beers going down well. Unpacking suddenly slips to the bottom on list of priorities.