It’s 10.00 a.m on Wednesday morning and after much anticipation, we are on route to O.Z.O.R.A Festival. It’s my first time so I can’t contain my excitement. I keep asking, “Are we there yet?” about twenty times. When we finally arrived at the beautiful Dádpuszta in Hungary (after many adventures), we are greeted by an awesome shaded camping spot, the lush forest and the big sign “Welcome to Paradise!”, that great meets newcomers on the O.Z.O.R.A. Festival.
The Ozora Festival is considered one of the largest and most cutting edge gathering in the psychedelic trance music scene. These seven day of mega event sees fans of the genre descend on Hungary in the thousands from around the world. The festival features some of the biggest names in the scene and some over-the-top production that promises to make it a truly memorable event.
In light of all that has enriched us with an Ozora experience, we still have only one thing in mind. Respecting and nurturing the valued traditions, the treasures of free spirits, the paradise on earth, our fairy tale. A playground where we learn to share and care, to express, connect, unify, inspiring the world in and around us. A universe of openness, togetherness, reaching out to cosmic energies, to nature, to wholeness through dance, trance, creation, invention, transformation and peace.
We hurriedly pitch our tent, eager to hit the dancefloor. When we enter the jungle-like Pompui scene, the DJ is pumping his tunes. The vibes are infectious, then the beat drops and I feel like I’ve finally come home.
We are chilling next to the Chillout Dom with the other party-goers merrily soaking up the sun. We are on the dance-floor surrounded by peace and love with feet in the sand; and I’m in love with the festival already.
We head for the Main Stage, but we are lured of the large sculptures which were all over festival grounds. We have a chance to admire all the handcrafts. The décor is unbelievably beautiful (possibly the best I’ve seen) and the lights are a magical backdrop.
All of a sudden, it’s four in the morning. Moments pass before music gets behind the decks and elevates things to a whole new dimension. The atmosphere is friendly and ecstatic, and stompers are responding well to his tracks. But I’m feeling tired, so I jam until my feet give in and decide it’s time for some shut-eye.
We wake up the next morning and we hear majestic tunes in the distance and shun ourselves for not being on the dancefloor. We grab breakfast on the way, fresh and ready for another session of the dance.
We are enjoying the experience so much, I don’t want it to end. When I finally do head home on Sunday evening, one thought resonates in my mind: “ you know how to party!” Huge thanks to the organizers and everyone who made it happen.
See you next year on the dance floor…