One Woman from New York shared her experience and it's horrifying.
via New Yorker, ''Leading up to the event, Fyre Festival had stopped answering e-mails. We had sent them questions before paying in February. Would we have bathrooms in the lodges? We were told that we would. They wouldn’t provide pictures, but they told us we had to pay up front. I felt uneasy, but my friends and I were excited to see each other, to get out of our comfort zone. In the worst-case scenario—if the music was bad, if the festival wasn’t as advertised—we’d still be on an island with our best friends.'
“Around 2 a.m., we got on the plane. Then the crew told us there were issues with the manifest, and they had us get off, and then get on again, and then get off. They kept taking our passports and then giving them back; they had people stand up, sit down, yell out their names. At 7 a.m., the Bahamian airport workers locked the whole group, with a huge chain and a padlock, into a room in the airport—a single gate. We watched the sun rise. Everyone was hot and sweaty and dehydrated. A couple of people threw up. There was no water or food, and even the vending machines were locked. We were getting scared because we couldn’t reach the embassy. There was certainly no conversation with Fyre, which was basically sending us spam e-mails: ‘The festival is being postponed until we can further assess if and when we are able to create the high-quality experience we envisioned.’ Around 8 a.m., a guy fainted. That’s when they brought us water for the first time.'
And of course the internet lit up with memes, especially those mocking wealthy millennials: