No Wildfoods Festival would be complete without a barn dance, right? That’s what we thought anyway. After riding out the afternoon rainstorms in the tent, we went back our campsite to change, scarfing down some pizza on the way home – you know, because doughnuts, wild boar sandwiches, venison curry, rabbit sausage, kangaroo and crocodile bites, pickled punga palm, ‘Westcargot’ and all the bugs mentioned above just weren’t enough to satisfy our hunger.
We all danced the night away under a giant tent with a mediocre live band and continued to enjoy the mullet fashion parade – honestly, I don’t know where they all came from because I hadn’t seen more than one or two the seven and a half previous months I’ve been here, but they were out in full force this weekend.
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