Wednesday - Travelling Day
We woke up at 6.30am, like excited kids waking up early for Christmas Day or their first day at Disneyland. Glasto was like an adults Disneyland, apart from it includes far more weirdos and a lot more drunken/drugged up people. We went to the bus depot with an excess of baggage which mainly included food and booze as we had someone else put our tents up. Massive bonus as this is by far the worst bit of any festival (thanks Yak). After about 5 hours of dazing on a National Express bus we arrived and loaded ourselves up with numerous mis-shapen bags.
After about a short 30 minute walk we found our campsite, loaded with a Yorkshire flag for recognition purposes. After doing the old 'awkward meeting' of new people we soon found out that it took our group 2 hours to get to our well placed site. Lucky us. Plus our tents were up. The view was amazing across all the campsites and festival venues plus it was sunny. I could feel the start of a great festival, different to any other. We cracked open a Carling and got on it, one of 50 cans we had, not to mention the 3 litres of dark rum and 2 litres of vodka, it was fair to say that if we drank all this booze it would be a hazy festival. It could be our g-LAST-o festival, I love a good pun, that was shit though.
About 7 we went for a walk to get our bearings. First stop, the long drops. First day long drops are like heaven in toilet, at least festival toilet, land. We walked past a sea of tents to see the impressive Pyramid stage. This looks bigger on the TV but it is a Pharoah-ld size still (they will get better I promise!) You walk down the roads and see all the stalls an you can sense the excitement in people's behaviour. We saw our first drunk girl, stumbling out of a loo trying to do up her dungarees, she failed miserably. We saw some amazing things. Greenpeace area was great, Shangra-la was, lets say, different. We wandered round exploring everything until we came upon a Motown bar. We danced, drank tequila, I won a bet that there was a baby in a pram in the bar not some alcohol as everyone else said.
We walked back to our tent at 1am, happy, knowing we had only seen 10% of what was a massive, truly extraordinary place. A different world all together. We had a small camp fire, then hit the hay as they say.
I still owe you a pound for that bet and thanks to Lucy as well for hauling your stuff half way across Glasto!
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