I'm not sure whether this can be classed as a "travel" experience, but I'll answer it anyway! When Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was out in summer 2007, I “travelled” to London to the Waterstone’s book launch. The journey itself was OK (although they’d run out of food on the train by lunch time, humph!) We spent a day in London doing the usual sight seeing, wining and dining, getting intoxicated etc. We eventually arrived at the book launch around 9pm.
I was in shock, I tell you. I have never seen (nor do I ever wish to see) such a gigantic line of people. I imagine it must have broken some kind of world record - there were cameras everywhere and I think the line was indeed being measured. Anyway, to cut a VERY long story short - I stood in that line for almost nine hours! Day was breaking by the time I got inside Waterstones. The nine hours in-between consisted of me chatting to a nice girl who I met in the line (her name was Katie); me freezing myself to death; meeting another lady who was a HP fan and lived in a flat practically opposite Waterstones (lucky!); me running to a local hotel to grab hot tea; losing my space in the line and then losing my family and friends…
Ending up in tears because I thought the nightmare would never end.
After getting my book and going back to crash at the hotel, I caught a horrendous cold from the dodgy air-con.