Day 0: St Just
Well.
There’s nothing at the YHA and I was starving so I walked to St Just. It’s about half a mile away from the hostel. Turns out there’s a festival on (Lafrowda Day) and some very strange metal bands were doing things like covering Toxic by Britney Spears.
Also the crowd - I reckon a thousand of them - averaged about 18 years of age, were tremendously drunk (all were drinking tinnies) and absolutely everyone seemed to know each other. Hardcore ‘proper’ Glasto vibes as well.
Despite all these good points, the place looked a bit like the location from Hot Fuzz and - as the only non-local - I was worried about a similar sacrificial end to this faux-Gaelic Welsh boy’s evening. Waddled back to the hostel with a four pack of Heineken and my tail between my legs.



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