I learned a few things at Sonar this weekend which may be useful to others. Each lesson has an anecdote, so bear with me.
I was going to Sonar! Woohoo! It was all so exciting, until I reached the ticket checkers at the gate. Having scanned my print out, he then sent me along to the ticket verification office where a nice man told me that I had been sold a fake ticket. I wasn’t the only one. All around me girls and boys were standing around a bit shell-shocked, mumbling stuff about buying their tickets from the friend of a friend.
I was ushered along to the ticket office where I had to buy a one night ticket for the eye watering price of 65 Euros. Ouch!
Lesson number 1: Friends of friends can con you in Barcelona
While recovering from a fantastic night, our friend calls us to assure me I will be getting my money back. She got them from an office colleague who she had now threatened with a severe head kicking unless he coughed up.
Lesson number 2: Don’t con people who know where you live and work
The ticket checker had told me my other ticket was probably fake, but he couldn’t verify it untill Saturday night. So I arrived planning to try the ticket and then if all failed, buying another painfully expensive night pass. But this was the last night of Sonar, and we arrived at 11:30 pm to the sight of heart sinking ‘Sold Out’ signs. I tried my luck with the fake one, which stubbornly refused to pass the scanner. A security guard was summoned and I was handed over. Putting on a brave face I said goodbye to wiser friends (who had the sense to buy direct from the vendors).
The security guy directed me down a passage at the end of which I was to go left and find the ticket verification office. I went down that passage, and at the end I found an entrance to Sonar on my right, and the exit on my left. I don’t know if this was a result of poor organisation or a kindly ‘look the other way’ approach by the guards towards duped schmucks like myself: both of which are equally possible in Barcelona.
Either way, the gods gave me a chance and I took it.
Lesson number 3: You don’t always have to turn left as instructed. Sometimes you can turn right and slip past the gate! Whoop Whoop!