28th to 29th of August, 2017.
When I get in Sailsbury, I find this very nice girl who worked at the train station and I ask for her help to buy a ticket to Portsmouth for the next day.
She is very kind and helpful and after a few minutes, when I finally was almost getting the ticket, the whole Stirling Pounds thing come out: the machine refuse my 20£ and I am fucked! She tells me to try to exchange the money in the morning or just come back to the station and talk to them, see if they can accept.
Now I needed to find wi-fi because I do not have planned where go to camping or where buy food. A fancy restaurant was helpful and I also got some water. All the markets are closed before 9 o’clock. It is Sunday. Looking for my way back to the Elizabeth’s Gardens Park, where I would sleep, I cross this small place, selling hamburgers and French fries. Less than 5£ and I have a big portion of French fries (I am quite sure that the man is kind with me and gives me some more than the usual), a veggie burger and a 7 up!
At the park, walking between the darkness, something very unusual: another tent! Same color of mine and not so far. It was in the perfect place in the park, smart people (or person). There were also some youths being loud with some music.
In the middle of the night I heard some people talking loud, near to my tent.
Very early in the morning many people and their dogs were already in the park. I start to pack, make my coffee and when I leave (unfortunately later that I supposed to) around 9.30 a.m., still no movement in the other tent.
At the first place I try to exchange my money, an Exchange House, they say not be able to help me but I should try the bank, crossing the street. There is some people waiting because the whole system is out, so it takes a few precious minutes to get some help. Thanks Loki they exchange my Stirling Pounds and I decided to exchange 20 Euros as well just in case. Better decision ever!
I decide to take my chances and buy the train ticket to Portsmouth after I come back because the train station is kind of far away from the bus stop.
Bus stop? Back? Back from where? Oh! My dearest readers, from Stonehenge, of course! I made some crazy things just to get in there. I lost my chance the first time I was in UK and I lost the Solstice. Now, after so much money, time and energy invested, I would go over there without no doubt.