It started with a dancing waiter.  I walked into Jagger’s yesterday for breakfast and there was Franky, one of the owners, shaking a leg … and every other possible body part.

I didn’t think.  I just danced.  Gay abandon!  “Breakthrough dancing!”  Thoroughly out of my mind.  And we laughed.

I love techno (electronic dance music) … or so I’ve told myself.  In the summer of 2023, I went to a two-day techno festival in Brussels.  I wore out my body and soared my soul.  The festival didn’t happen last year and I didn’t go searching for a replacement.  A couple of four-day hospital stays must have convinced me that I was old and stationary.

But yesterday!  “What’s this stuff about being old, Franky?”

I retreated to Izy Coffee and caressed my phone.  “Find me a techno festival for this summer.”  And it did.  Welcome to the Dour Festival near Saint-Ghislain, Belgium – July 16-20.

Who, me?

Yes, you!

Going for five days would be outrageous   >  Let’s do it!

Dancing for five days would be suicidal  >  Let’s do it!

Being alive for the rest of my life would be a blessing  >  Let’s do it!

Here’s my accommodation:

Why not?

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There’s one little detail that’s been blocking a total explosion of ecstasy.  Neither my Canadian MasterCard nor my Beobank debit card will allow me to pay for the whole shebang.  I spent two-and-a-half phone hours trying to get the job done.  And the result was not produced.

1.  MasterCard in Canada has introduced a new security measure.  For large purchases, they send a pincode to a Canadian cell number.  I no longer have one.  Solution: Get a Belgian MasterCard.

2.  My Beobank debit card is out-of-date.  I can’t use it to buy things online.  Solution: Beobank is mailing me an updated card.

My time will come:

Paying for my adventure

And living it