We Survived Fyre Festival . . . and Didn't Hate It

#2: Touch down

9:00 a.m.: We landed, holy sh*t, we were actually there. We exited the plane and were welcomed at a quaint little airport. We went through customs and were told our luggage would be taken to our tents where we'd meet it later. We all loaded onto buses that took us to a beach house to have some breakfast and a welcome toast. Sounds pretty fantastic, right?