Number of units of alcohol consumed: unknown, due to inability to count after finishing 1 x halfjack of vodka and 1 x bottle of jager.
Number of very cool live acts seen: a good handful (won't go into details for fear of being heckled)
Number of cracking hangovers: 2, but swiftly sorted out by a food tent offering the likes of Miss K, Knead, Hudson's and Butler's. You have to love this festival – the difference between a trance party and RTD is that there's more on offer than butternut quiche and organic carrot juice. Pity the Vida queue was always miles long.
Number of showers while at the festival: 1. I've come a long way from the prissy, pre-African-road-tripping girl I used to be.
Number of oddly shaped sunburns: 0. Hah! Finally.
Number of Seth Rotherham sightings: 1. He's short. Hahahahahahaha.
Number of pretty, teeny, tiny girls wandering around in shorts and bikini tops: plenty. Sigh. Nothing like being surrounded by hotness to make one feel like the elephant in the room, especially if one is back to being seven kilos from one's goal weight.
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