We got to the festival pretty late on the third day. We got tired in the first two days... Partly because of partying, partly because of our age and partly because of the ca. 119-122 stairs that lead from the parking space to the festival. The exact number is not known due to the quantum uncertainty of the BearStone festival. We measured between these two extremes.
We prepared more or less deliberately for the acts on the main stage this evening. We saw the last act on the Jam stage, but the music was nothing to write home about and the sound guys were probably even more tired than us, as it sounded really bad. With this quite unpleasant feeling started the eclectic and colorful programme on the main stage.
Stone hard riffing. Hits hard. But does not engage. During the show I remembered that Spotify thorws two of their songs from time to time in my playlist, but no wonder I didn't really remember them. Still, many people love them and they delivered. They are professionals and very honest - qualities that are pretty rare today and need to be appreciated.
You shit in your pants. Unfortunately so did the electronics again. Maybe Godzilla turned in his dream, maybe the benevolent yeti stomped too hard, but the Multimeter Commando had again work to do. Our Mexican friends could finally start the show with 20 minutes delay, but even with a bit shortened set they could make the audience sing, trace the three-body problem and also deliver some technical proposals for its solution and last but not least bring world peace. Svejk honored their efforts with buying some merch and chatting with the band members.
For strategic reasons we went to the toilet at the beginning of this show. Elder is in the lineup of the Monolit Festival in Budapest, we already have our tickets, so we won't miss too much anyways. Buying some more alcoholic beverages took also some time, so we came back to the main stage only for the second half of the show. But what second half it was...! I left the guys behind and made my way all the way to the front (it wasn't easy, this show had the biggest crowd in the whole festival). I nodded, tilted and curved. I fell apart to my atoms and manifested in different forms. I sublimed, precipitated and crystalized. I saw all 26 dimensions of the Theory Of Everything, all at once. All this being sober, as I was the driver that day.
Short left, two gears back! We are on the night bus to Göreme, Turkey. There is some romantic action movie on the TV. We arrive to Nevsehir, one of Cappadocia's largest cities. The steward asks the passengers about their destinations (yes, Turkish long-range buses do have stewards, who distribute snacks, drinks, handkerchiefs and help passengers in general). Some loud American tourists just repeat "Cappadocia", like Brad Pitt in Inglourious Basterds when he tried to speak Italian. Yeah, twats? All 98 squarekilometers of it at once? But finally all is sorted, they get off, we arrive soon in Göreme as well. Ezme, pide, lentilsoup. The smell of markets. Cats and dogs everywhere and everybody is nice to them. Slowly sipped Turkish tea. Ok, it's not now, it's the past, but the music brought all these memories back.
We don't listen it too long though. We are tired, we want to go back to our place to have a drink or two and a cigarette. We spend our last euros from our cashless chips on some more beer. We say goodbye to the valley and the festival. Goodbye tired pizza-girl! Goodbye Mreznica! Goodbye toilets that smell like ammonium! Goodbye all 119-122 stairs! Goodbye BearStone! In the background the Altin Gün switches to more psychedelic tunes. We left again some parts of our souls here..
The 2026 Bearstone Fest report is long overdue thanks to my own laziness, but I'm finally posting it in several parts. 
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