Here be swamp monsters

The second day of Rock Otočec proved to be as good as those in the know had promised.
The mud field was there, and a football match started in the afternoon, and continued well into dark. There were 2 goals on the field, but only one team. The brown team.
The playing tactics combined volleyball, rugby, wrestling, stage-jumping, synchronized swimming and some other sports that haven't been invented yet.
Rock'n'roll was playing all night and special thanks for making the evening something hard to remember, goes to one lad's grandmothers friend, who had provided the lad with a couple of bottles of self-distilled honey booze.
Also a very pretty girl on the Dark Side (they have cookies there), and her father and uncle must be thanked for providing inside advise into Slovenian culture, as well as scented car-refresheners and a badge which turned out to have some kind of double-meaning message in it.
Today it is still festival day, but we need to take things slow, because this is the turning point of our trip, and so the long way home starts tomorrow.