I finally got to experience Israel they way I pictured it in my mind before I came here. MP, Itay, and I lead the caravan containing Sarah, Warren and another seven people two hours to the desert for a Solaris Project rave. It took place in a Bedouin camp where we all set up tents just on the outskirts of the main stage. I have to say it was the cleanest, well organized/supervised festival I have ever been too. The best music was found in the chill out tent were roughly six very "chilled" out individuals could be found at any one time. We spent a bit of time there but of course all the energy (and camels!) could be found at the main stage.
So there we were, in the middle of humanity. The bass has been thriving for so many hours that my heartbeat seemed to coexist with it. I was surrounded by the dreadlocked, beautifully bronzed sun worshipers I had been waiting to be in the presence of. Hoola hoopers and poi dancers, the energetic and mellow, all thriving more and more as the sun peeked over the hills until it beat down on us as hard as the music had all night. Was it ever hot!
MP and I managed to dance the night and day away after he bolted out of the tent screaming "what are we doing?! Why aren't we dancing?!" since the camp decided to spend the first couples hours sitting around chatting. I think we had the best tie there, especially when we discovered the camels. It was, after all, a Bedouin camp.
Much like horses in a pen on an acreage, we found camels. a little too close to the music. But there they lay, also waiting for the sun to come up, swaying to the music, chewing...something, just being ridiculously adorable. Of course some loser children had to get in the pen and make things worse. I would have tazed them.
Around noon, after the heat got the best of us we packed it in for the tedious drive home, thank god for Itay, what a trooper. Although he did fall asleep for a tick, full recovery, full recovery.
More Nature Parties to come!
Of course MP has his hand in a bag of Bamba.
Of course MP has his hand in a bag of Bamba.
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