Arriving at a place- Laura Paterson

After the world’s longest journey, driving from France through Andorra and in to Spain in a crammed car full of luggage and five passengers we had finally made it to Bennicassim. We pulled in to a car park mid-afternoon in the sweltering heat, the sun blaring down on us. There were people everywhere dragging suitcases, tents and gazebos in their shorts and shades. 

We began unpacking the car and followed the herds of people down a long dusty track in to the camping area. There were 1000's of tents already pitched up and people kicking back in their deck chairs drinking beer. We found an open space next to a gypsy woman in a caravan who was rumoured to be selling space cake's to fund a living.
Once we had pitched our tents we cracked open our alcohol and began drinking, then later decided to go for a wonder...

 We trampled over tent pegs and empty beer cans until we reached a path, my sandals were covered in dust. There was noise coming from everywhere people singing, playing music and laughing. We followed a long track in to the main arena where people were queuing for miles for a greasy kebab. We shoved our way through hundreds of people towards the main stage where we were going to watch Plan B. My stomach churned with excitement.