Rock Im Park is held in Nuremberg, Germany with its sister site Rock Am Ring being held slightly further North in Germany. Those of you who might have seen the news there were lightning strikes on the other site injuring some people but fortunately, this wasn’t the site I was at.
I had the idea of going to Rock Im Park festival for a while as my friend was moving back to Germany in May and we wanted an excuse to meet up and some great bands were playing. It sounded like a great idea, but in hindsight, it ended up being so much stress, and so much money for the weekend which was such a shame.
Pre-festival I don’t think I did enough planning as I booked flights to Frankfurt Hahn as they were super cheap (Note the airport is not in Frankfurt and is a 2-hour coach ride away). I was then going to take a train to Gottingen Thursday evening to meet my friend and stay at hers before heading to Nuremberg for Rock Im Parkon Friday morning. The festival was going to happen with us safely in a hotel and I’d go back to Frankfurt on Monday for my flight home. Seems simple enough?! It really wasn’t.
When I arrived at Frankfurt Hahn at around 10am I had to wait over 45 minutes before we got the coach which was £11.50, then came the 2-hour full coach ride to Frankfurt station. Due to costs I hadn’t booked a train until 6pm that night with the plan to explore Frankfurt, but I was so tired, had a suitcase and just couldn’t be bothered so I spent just over 6 hours in the station. Fortunately, WiFi, my book and an amazing Pasta lunch made it more bearable. Costs were kept pretty low today as I only bought some snacks/ drinks.
Let me just say trains in Germany are amazing, the tickets told me what platform it went from which saved me staring at boards, the second class was insane with large comfy chairs and loads of room and the 2-hours went pretty quickly. Thursday evening went with no hiccups and I was positive for the weekend. We had to be up at about 5am Friday morning to get our trains which meant when we arrived in Nuremberg at around 10am we were knackered, but with some food in us, we took a taxi to the hotel in the hope they’d take pity and let us check in early. After a sleep and a quick taxi ride we got to but only managed to see three bands (although two were my all time favourites Bring Me The Horizon and Biffy Clyro– sandwiched by KoRn). That night we heard about the troubles at the other site cue frantic messages as friends checked I was okay and me messaging friends I knew at the other site (all okay, phew!)
We were still tired Saturday and although being ready myself we didn’t get on site until around 4pm Saturday catching our friend in Tesseract and Panic! At The Disco (who were amazing!) then the heavens opened. We ran for cover but everywhere was packed so instead of having around to see the end of The 1975 and Architects we went home. It was a sad day as I felt it was so wasted but take away pizza in bed made me feel a bit better. Sunday morning I was checking my details and realised the train I booked to Frankfurt wouldn’t allow me time to get the coach in time for my flight so I booked another train (and pre-booked the coach), great. The hotel printed them off but I saw I’d booked the wrong date for my train so had to now book a third one to get to Frankfurt on time. What a waste! You can cancel trains but the admin fee is so high I only got back about £7 considering the ticket was about £22!
After the disastrous morning, I was determined to catch more music so we had a Pizza Hut lunch and headed to the site where I saw The Amity Affliction and Trivium early on before the main double act of Billy Talent (holy wow!) and The Red Hot Chili Peppers who were amazing. As my friend’s brother was at the festival on the Sunday, they dropped us at the hotel then she picked up her case and went home with them leaving me to have a lazy night alone. By this point I was knackered and could not even think about the journey the next day (taxi to Nuremberg station, train to Frankfurt, coach to Frankfurt Hahn with the flight due in at 11pm).
On Monday morning I figured I had spent so much money what was a little more so I booked in on a flight from Nuremberg back to Stanstead, hopped in a taxi and whiled away 4 hours at the airport. With plenty of people who had also been to the festival I made some friends – including the most perfect man in the world! But oh Ryanair! The flight had to be over 2 hours delayed so I finally landed back in Stanstead at 830pm as opposed to 6pm ready to drop. After a quick stop for food *hail M&S* I jumped onto the shuttle bus to the car park. But yes you guessed it I didn’t quite remember where I parked my car. I got off the shuttle bus where it felt familiar, but anyone who knows Stanstead Mid-Stay car park knows it’s size. 1 hour later, a phone call to my dad and plenty of tears I found my car and made the final leg of the journey back.
To say it was emotional and a bit much for a festival was an understatement. I’m glad I went but I don’t think I’d go again (or if I did I’d plan it better!)
Costs: £70 ticket (I paid for the hotel), £35 Return flights to Frankfurt Hahn, £35 Parking at Stanstead, £93 on three original trains, £25 deposit for hotel, £11.50 coach to Frankfurt, £12 taxi to hotel, £35 taxis to and from festival on Friday, £8 train and taxi to festival Saturday, £15 taxi home from festival Saturday, £12 taxi to festival Sunday, £138 hotel, £47 two extra trains on Monday, £11.50 missed coach from Frankfurt, £120 second flight, and then spending money (Around £100 for food/ drinks/ tshirt) = I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT!!!
If you actually read this mammoth post then all hail you. I started writing this on Monday when I returned and as you can tell I was still tired (and stressed) haha.