Glastonbury Festival was on my Bucket List for a long time, but getting tickets is such a pain. Every year is more and more difficult to get tickets. It basically become a lottery. Nevertheless, I conscientiously tried every year, even though, to be honest, I never hold out too much hope of succeeding.
In order to buy a ticket, you must first register with your contact details and a passport photo. After registration, you receive an unique registration number which you need when purchasing the tickets.
This year the first 15.000 ticket-coach packages have sold out on October 3rd before I could even open the festival web page.
The remaining 120.000 tickets went on sale 3 days later on Sunday morning at 9am and were all gone 1 hour and 27 minutes later. Sometime around 10, after one hour of continuously hitting refresh on the browser, and several failed attempts to submit the purchase form, the unexpected happened. The confirmation page was staring back at me. I still couldn’t believe I had actually succeeded and I didn’t close the window until the confirmation email hit my inbox and read it a few times to make sure I had indeed secured the bloody tickets.
In the 8 months of waiting I was accompanied by a strange mix of feelings of excitement and nervousness, even though I was well aware of the prestige of the legendary 44-year-old festival. The Internet was revealing a lot about the queues, the rain, the mud, the floods, the crowds as well of the awesomeness of the setting and the music. Though, as a first-timer, I admit I was quite anxious about the whole thing.
The lineup wasn’t revealed until the beginning of May, long after we received the tickets, booked the flights, bus tickets, etc. I received the lineup announcement with great satisfaction because some of my all-time favorite bands were headlining the main stage: Arcade Fire, Metallica, Kasabian, Jack White.