Duna Party [1] : Even though the quality of the Danube water is questionable, it's no cause for hesitation for the true beach bums to take a dip.

On the Beach : Despite 'sziget' meaning 'island' in Hungarian, it's easy to forget that you are surrounded by water, while immersed in he festival offerings, and certainly possible to be aware and yet oblivious that there are beaches around you. I reserve the right to feel a certain homoerotic vibe looking around in this one, but at least reminisce of my adolescent reading of the Lord of the Flies.

Duna Party [2] : At the northern point of the island, there's a tiny beach, and although the quality of the Danube water is questionable, it's no cause for hesitation for the true beach bums.

Waking up along the Danube : I wandered around an earily quiet island on the early morning of day 4. Early islanders were getting up, while late islanders were getting their last beer at 8:00 in the morning. This spot on the northern end of the island must be the most idyllic place to pitch your tent; waking up to the returning of chirping birds and the serene sounds of the Danube flowing. You just have to hope there are no flash floods.