Train hell..

The train out of the festival was mental... About 400 people trying to cram onto a 7 carriage train... One festival goer was so badly squashed that their left ring finger had to be amputated on route. We pushed our way on only to find the obvious lack of seats and sweaty smell. After 4.5 hours my legs were going into spasm and I needed a wee so badly I thought I was going to have to ask James to hold a water bottle for me in front of all the other chumps. Luckily for them I managed to hold on to Barcelona where I ran across platforms, jumped gates and knocked over small children until the pressure was release... In other news me and James just woke up in shitsville hostel, and are now going to try and find a better one. In theory it really cannot get any worse. sj x