Thu 16 Jul – Dour Festival
Arriving in Charleroi airport at 9am on the wednesday morning with the sun blistering was something which set the tone for the following two days. After walking around a shithole of a town (Charleroi) for a number of hours, we saw fit to get the train to St Ghislain (or Gizz-lane to an Irish person). We were joined by the redbull brigade on the train - to those who dont know, the red bull brigade are those young, loud, vodka-drinking Irish idiots - the very people we sought to escape by coming to Dour.…