After completing a scavenger hunt for our pots and pans and all the other stuff the wind hid in the docks of Pág, we followed the coastline to Zrce beach. Here we went to check what it meant to be on Azimute’s guestlist. The steward called around a little and eventually gave us our wristbands as he told us the tickets were only for Azimute’s performance. It went silent for a moment before he started laughing and shouted: " four days VIP backstage motherfuckers!!" We stashed away our bycicles and found a couple of old doors that could serve as our beds for the days to follow. In reality, we mostly slept on the beach after the music stopped in the morning. If you were wondering how we could manage this without sunburn: Oli was so kind as to dig us in every morning with the kind of stones we like. We spent the next couple of days partying and wakeboarding, with a big finale at the end of the week: Azimute’s performance.