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It was noon on Sunday, December 16, 2018 when the second third of this adventure began. I had just boarded a train to Brussels which took off from Amsterdam Centraal station. This was another slow train, an IC (InterCity) which was just like the EC that I had been on the afternoon before. It took something like four hours to get me to its destination, the train station underneath Brussels Airport. You know, even though my ticket was only good up to the airport, I probably could've stayed on all the way to one of the stations further in the city like Midi without getting caught. After about 20 minutes waiting for a downtown bus I started to regret not doing that. But eventually that bus showed up and started slowly and painfully carrying me downtown as the sun quickly set and I started to realize that I was not going to be able to hit up any of the photogenic spots in this city, like the Atomium and Manneken Pis, on this trip.
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It was December of 2018 when, not even two months after moving to Germany, I decided to take a few days vacation before Christmas and do a short backpacking expedition. This whole trip was hastily cobbled together at the last minute; originally I was going to visit my parents over Christmas and stop in Amsterdam on the way, but when they told me I didn't need to visit since they're so out of the way for me now, I still wanted to drop by Amsterdam and so planned a different trip involving that city. I wanted to visit the UK and get some of that English brown ale I liked so much, and I knew that it was possible to ride a train through the Chunnel, and after learning that such a train ride would depart from Brussels, the itinerary became Amsterdam-Brussels-London. While buying the tickets I may have given the departure and arrival times some cursory glances, but was more interested in the prices, honestly. And it was my desire to be cheap that led me to get rooms in hostels, something I'd never done before.
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Another series of Festivals I Have Known And Loved...Float Fest was something that started out great, but gradually went downhill every year. The whole concept behind it was that you could float down the San Marcos River on a tube (a popular summer activity in this part of Texas) and then catch some live music afterward in the festival. And of course there was camping available, which we did every year. I think it just got too big and popular for its own good.
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2017 was Euphoria's last year, and definitely the best. As usual, I got there on Friday night, and this time I did NOT forget my wristband! Unlike the last two years, we weren't all set up at one place in the camping area, but were instead spread around. I had one space available where I set my tent up, and then joined the fam inside the fest where a dubstepper named Spag Heddy was playing. Two things memorable about Friday night: first, I discovered there was a craft beer tent, a place I can't stay away from, and second, I had to buy a hoodie from the merch tent because even though the temperature at night was in the high 50s F, I was shivering. Clearly I'd become a little too acclimatized to south Texas' burning hot climate and this was a sign it was time for a change.
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