Oh yeah Heathrow...
I failed to mention that Creepy Guy tried to pester me when I got off the train, and I had to tell him to go away, twice, with mention of security, before he'd bugger off 
He had a disgusting smile on his face from the time of telling him to keep his hand to himself and the time of pestering. Yuckity.
When I actually sat down in Heathrow after checking in and security I had roughly an hour to wait for boarding... so was extremely glad I got the earlier train! Could stroll sedately along rather than rushing.
The plane:
Was an airbus. (small)
Flight time was aprox 2 hours.
No inflight entertainment.
Apart from the two french guys sitting next to me....
They must have been 19 at most, only one spoke any English. They had immense fun chatting loudly in French , and were a teensy bit annoying, however after they kindly took a picture of the flaafy clouds outside for me we got chatting and it turned out they were going to Sziget as well and we meeting some friends there. Obviously I cultivated them so I was invited to go with them 
Tho it turned out that they needed my assistance!
At the luggage thingy we waited patiently. for an hour. Then my tent turned up. Their bags didn't. I showed them the way to lost luggage and also pointed it out to a British couple who were missing one of their Sziget bags.
Strangely theere were 3 bags left on the luggage thingy when it stopped... maybe they got confused...
Anyways Froggy luggage would be delivered to Sziget, there was a special place just for this at the camp site lol!
British couple were told theirs would be turning up at 11.30pm, and they opted to stay at the airport in the bar until then... didn't see them again, but with many thousands of festival goers this was not a surprise. They were nice tho.
I asked the luggage fella how to get to Sziget. He drew a map. I will scan it later.
After further investiagtion we got a minibus thing, the airport shuttle, which was:
A. Cheaper
B. Easier
C. Air conditioned
On our way to Sziget we got driven past some derelict industrial buildings, only after we got driven past some patrol cars and staff cars we realised that they weren't derelict 
There was also some kind of tagging war going on with local youths, as every building away from the waterfront (shiny afluent waterfront) was covered in spraypaint.
Litter was everywhere except the waterfront, and the inner city parks we got driven past.
I don't know why but grafiti on buses always makes me think of New York. I thought of it a lot.
Okay so the driver had to take a specific route to get to Sziget and we prob weren't seeing the best of Budapest, but srsly!
Oh sure the waterfront was beautiful in places, but couldn't take any pics as the driver was er quite nippy.
The billboards did have some interesting ads tho, the one presumably for nasal congestion had a closeup of a ladies nose, with a plug chain coming out of it 
looked strangely pretty!
Also there was an ad for what I'm presuming is a film: 5 Erotical Avenue. Or something similar. Looked very interesting!
At the bus drop off point it was a 5 min walk to the gates, where we were vaguely searched for booze etc. Oh my wristband was on the 2nd to last hole, and was loose, smugity.
Froggy's friends, inc the english speaking one's brother, met us at the gate and led us to where they's set up, in the Caravan camping bit, so was right next to the entrance, tho when I say right next to I mean only 10 mins away
It had taken us 3 hours to get this far after disembarking. 1 hour of which was the bus ride.
I popped up my tent and the Frogs helped me pin it down.
We then went in search of drink.
Only...
On the Sziget website it says Euros or HUF (Hungarian Florint) are useable there. They lied. All the bars, food vendors and shops only took HUF.
I buggered off to find an exchange thing, got some HUF (no comission but crap rate), bought some sprite and went in search of tents as was knackered.
It took me 2 hours to find it.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
The website also said that they weren't allowed to have acts on the main stages after 10pm. Apartently not so for day -1 as there was a Hungarian act that went on until roughly 3am. As I had finally managed to find the tent at 10.30pm I wasn't overly impressed. Tho it wasn't actually the music that kept waking me up it was the Frogs. The bastards kept shouting at each other. But they did go to bed at 4am, and then there was the extremely gratifying sound of upchuckedness coming from various tents
Got up at 5am and went in search of decent loo. Found one, and actually took note of were the hell I was in relation to tent... The loo in question was not a portaloo as you would normally think of one, tho there were plenty of those around, this was proper cubicles, sink etc, in portable form.
There was however no electricity, so was interesting. BTW Thank you Mouth for recomending taking loo roll... even in these fabulous loos there was: 0 loo roll. Not even an empty roll.
I was extremely smug about my tesco luxury roll of softness 
I then got a croissant and sat around listening to the morning after party. Which was actually a constant feature. Some good tunes. Was more entertained by the drunk people tho... Never have I seen such utter hilarity as watching a couple of hundred people try not to fall over whilst 'dancing' and drinking at the same time!
Headed back to the tent after an hour, found it easily this time, and got another hours kip.
Got up again at 8ish and had a wander.
Found the free internet tent, but it didn't open till 10am.
Found the bestest place to watch Iron Maiden from. Sat there. Had a drink. Of water. Even tho it was a bar. I had absolutley zero urges to get drunk. Mainly cos I was on my own and didn't wanna get into any horrible situaltions. Or break anything.
After a couple of hours I went and got ssome more breakfast, went and tried to order some bbq chicken. There was none. I ordered a baked potato instead. hungarians tring to cook food they have only just heard of is very funny, especially if you get a refund! I did after watching the 'chef' try to cook the raw potato on a gridle!
Wne t and got a hotdog instead. Was quite frankly the best hotdog I've ever had! Was normal: frankf inna bun with ketchup. Only the sausage had a hint of spice in and it was just NOM!
Went back to My Spot and sat. And had some fanta.
This was my view.
it was at a similar distance as the MTV van had chosen.
And the local news crew that came out later and made me feel self conscience.
The sun crept around and I moved slightly so that my legs weren't being toasted. Yes I spent most of the time in the shade. Yet still managed to get light sunburn on my nose, arms, shoulders, upper chest, and poss legs. I spent a total of 20 mins in the sun to obtain these.
it was fucking hot.
The bar had shade, ice cold drinks, and misters. my face was puce all day. Even after I wnet to the internet tent, the buggered off to the showers and changed into skirt, strappy top n flipflops, my comfy thong was very comfy. Comfy enough so that I was hardly aware that I was wearing underwear. Was a very strange feeling. Especially in my short skirt. There was a light breeze, with the oxxasional gust. Was very strange feeling!
So even gusty gusset could cool me down.
The Frogs did there own thing, and spoke their own language, so was on my own.
Got very very bored, even with sudoku book. And this:
Must have been boiling! Clicky if you can't see him!
Also at there bar were a party of Germans, a party of Irish, and some British army types, tho only 4 of them. There was oblig 'who can sing the loudest' competition. Then the 'who can drink until they fall over quickest' knock out round. Then the 'starting to get leary but don't want to get kicked out so let's be mates' round.
All the Irish fellas sounded soooooooooooo shagable! nommable accents! Apparently from the west or Ireland... must go there sometime!
Pity about their looks *sigh* and their paraletical drunkeness.
By about 4pm I was getting more and more upset. Don't like being surrounded by thousands of drunk people, and I'm not exagerating, 30-50 thousant attendees, 90% of whom were pissed.
I was also bored out of my brains. Being on my own was def not a good idea.
By 5pm despite there only being 4 hours till Iron Maiden I wanted to go home. This was an overpowering feeling, so much so that I packed my rucksack and got a taxi to the airport. Got a plane. Then Got a taxi home.
This cost me aprox £400.
Ouch.
I'm thinking that the actual booking of Sziget on my own was a slightly manic thing. And the actual going was a very stubborn thing on my part, I'd paid for it after all!
Lessons learned:
A greater understanding of what makes a good tent (mine has a delightful coating of moisture in the morning which took 6 hours to feck off. I left the tent behind. Not gonna use it again anyway.)
A greater understanding of what I'm looking for in a sleeping bag (was one of those mummy style things, so couldn't move my legs to there prefered position, and kept getting pins and needles. This too I left behind.)
When trying something for the first ime do it closer to home. This includes tenting, festivaling, and sleeping bagging.
When getting a taxi from an airport to home ask how much it is first (I did) so you can haggle (I did), this may save you money (£15, but every penny counts!).
When getting a taxi for a long journey at 11pm make sure he's very awake. By the time we got near Lincoln I had been rudely awakened by the sound of catseyes being run over did my very best to keep my eyes open and several more incursions on the wrong side of the road occured, but he snapped out of it pretty quickly so I was only mildly panicky. Got home safe tho, so woohoo. Yes I know how bad this sounds, sleeping taxi driver not good pan, but was 5 mins away from home and safely belted in, and if he crashed I certainly wouldn't be paying my £185 fare! When you are that tired you too will not be as bothered as you should be.
When walking in flipflops avoid the recently wetted road (there was a regular van to do this to cut down on dust) as you will get mud spatter all up the back of your legs, and er higher.
When thinking about booking anykind of holiday think: will it be hot? Will it be too crowded? Will it have an actual bed? Will I bloody well enjoy it? Will I get so upset that I leave before Iron Maiden? *smacks self on head repeatedly*
So am home. Slept a lovely 7 hours solid, head hit pillow = sleeeeeeeeeeep.
Am feeling a bit annoyed with myself for being such a wuss but am very relieved to be home, and my happiness is what matters most.
Am glad I hadn't spent much at the festival (drink, food, shampoo, t-shirt) or might have gone into actual money, rather than credit card and euros. oh well there goes that bonus.
I'm not back at work till next wednesday. *twiddles thumbs*
Maybe I'll get bored enough to do some more house work!
Oh thank you for all your comments, have read them all but really not in the right frame of mind to reply.. huggles
Juzzzy
Jesus.
Still, what the hell, eh?
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