Colorful people on the way from Madrid to Idanha-a-Nova in Portugal
Just one more day until the Boom Festival 2016 in Portugal was going to start. Me and my partner were happy and very exited to experience one week of psy trance music, dancing, workshops, lectures, art, exchange and feeling alive. At Madrid bus station, we were looking around for colorful people. We knew, that more than 30.000 people would come from all over the world to celebrate the legendary Boom Festival from 11th to 18th of August 2016. But at the bus station, we didn’t see any of them. Did they all travel from Lisbon to Idanha-a-Nova? Or did they all take the official Boom shuttle bus, that you had to book in advance? We had bought the tickets for the Boom Festival 2016 half a year before, had booked our flights to Madrid and back from Lisbon, but totally forgot about the last 400 kilometers. So we had to organize transport to Idanha-a-Nova by ourselves.
Yes, we were. We had been just super early. More and more people with dreadlocks were taking their seats in the bus, greeting each other, smiling. And suddenly, all passengers were talking about how to get from Guarda to the Festival gates. Most were buying a few beers at each stop. In front of the service stations, there was a smell of exitment and smoke in the air. Of course, getting to the festival was more easy than we thought. Portuguese people are not stupid. There were already taxis waiting for us. In groups of four, we were traveling on for special prices. There was also public transport available, but it was a lot slower and meant changing to connecting buses, that we maybe wouldn’t get anymore at the same day.
It took us around one hour to arrive at the gates. On the way, the taxi got stopped by the police. „Just give us all the drugs, that you have on you. And then we will just let you go to the festival area“, one of the policemen said. We all tried to make him understand, that we didn’t carry any drugs.
We had to show him our wallets. Then he looked in the back of our car for a few seconds. Nothing there of course. And he was happy to let us go.
The taxi driver brought us to the gate, where we received our wristbands. We just had to wait around 15 minutes. And the super nice driver was waiting for us to take us from the gate also the last 14 kilometers to the festival area. We were late. Days before, people had been queuing for hours to get their wristbands.
It was already around 8 pm, when we arrived at the festival area close to Idanha-a-Nova. We had been traveling already ten hours in total to make our way from Madrid to Boom Land. The massive tent and caravan town around the festival area was already set up, when we arrived. The most beautiful spots around the big lake had already been taken. We were tired. We were exhausted. It was still extremely hot with temperatures over 30 °C. And me and my partner got a bit frustrated with finding the right spot for our tent. We started to argue.
There was not so much of a choice in case, you didn’t want to sleep downhill. At one point, I would have liked to go home. We were still not in the right mindset for the Boom Festival. My partner was disappointed about the atmosphere between us. It all should have been just perfect. For him, it was a dream of is life to come to the Boom Festival. But we were still humans. And still felt pretty human. Still.
We finally managed to squeeze our tiny tent into the campsite, close to the information area and not far from the grocery store. Boom Land had everything. A lake, many food stalls and restaurant areas, a grocery store, a little hospital and the team from Kosmicare taking care of those, who needed support on a bad trip. Traders from probably all parts of the world had built up clothes shops in tents.
Cold drinks were sold at little stalls all over the place. Artists presented their jewelry and clothes at a little flea market on Avenida Albert Hoffman. Everyone was allowed to join the flea market for free. Hammocks were waiting between trees. And art was spread around the whole place. That was just my first impression about Boom.
There was more to it.
I had experienced a few Psy Trance Festivals in Germany in 2016. They had not been all bad. On the contrary. A few festival organizers had done a great job. You were sometimes able to find a lot of creativity and the right spirit. But that all was seriously nothing against Boom Festival.
The scene in Germany undergoes a strange change. Too many bodybuilders, too many girls with fake oversize breasts were hanging out there this summer on a few festivals in Germany dancing with grumpy faces to progressive sounds on totally wrong drugs. Some of them were probably very nice human beings, but most just didn’t understand the original idea behind these hippie gatherings.
At Boom Festival, I was able to feel the right spirit. To me, it was such a relief to see, that spirit, smiles, love, creativity and colors are still welcome in this scene. Not just welcome, but that the scene consists of the right spirit, smiles, love, creativity and colors.
The opening ceremony at the Dance temple was impressive. Wisdom keepers from all continents offered their prayers for the gathering, accompanied by ritualist drumming. “What’s the connection between ancient shamanic practice and visionary festivals?”, was beeing asked on the Boom Festivals’s homepage. “This is the question we want to explore at this edition of Boom. One answer was given during the colorful opening ceremony at the Dance Temple: Rhythm as a medium for mindexpansion and spiritual transition.“
I had bought the tickets more than half a year before. The tickets were sold out quickly. And already during the Opening ceremony, I felt to be part of something very special. I was touched, when I listened to the prayers of the wisdom keepers. And I’m usually not the person with a strong connection to the supernatural. It was just suddenly such a peaceful surrounding, decoupled from all the bad of the world. And within that atmosphere, I enjoyed the following days a lot.
Coping with extreme heat
It was hot. It was extremely hot. The first days, I felt terribly weak. At first, I wasn’t sure to be able to enjoy the festival. It was dusty. And jumping into the lake, drinking liters of water and constantly looking or some shade were my main activities. But already the second day, I felt much better, ready to dance on all four stages. Free drinking water was available on a few dozens of taps across the festival area. Small ice cold bottles of water were sold for one Euro, cans of beer and soft drinks for two Euros.
The Dance Temple looked like a big psychedelic snake. Colorful during the day with water sprinkling down on the dancing mass. The roof was giving a bit of shade. Sound and rhythm were leading my body. Happiness. I totally forgot about my surrounding.
It was hot. Some people were even dancing naked. Others in animal costumes. You could see their beautiful and creative tattoos. Their smiles. Their dreads. I just felt, that everything is okay. Every style. Every body.
Being there among free people for days gave me some strength. It encouraged me to be completely myself. To look like I want and feel good about it. Not like the others want. I decided, that I had to keep these moments in mind – just to be prepared for moments of insecurity.
The nights at Boom Festival were the best. Every night, we walked around and discovered new pieces of art, illuminations and flashy installations, that banned our views – sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours.
We were lying on the ground in front of a giant wooden shaman and were watching the colorful projections. But we also tried to sleep a bit at night times as it was getting hot in the tent already very early in the morning. Already a 9am, it was unbearable.
Being at the festival also felt like being on holidays. We went for swims a few times a day, checked out the Campsite at the Funky beach, watched people enjoying themselves and were dancing and drinking a few Super Bock beers in between.
There were also workshops taking place in the Sacred Gardens. It was maybe a bit of a downside, that there was not always a concept behind the workshops. Too many people and not every teacher was made to entertain a big audience. But in contrast to that, the lectures at the Liminal Village were of high quality. The performances at the Dance stage were mostly amazing. I felt the energy and passion, when I saw the Flamenco performance. I loved walking through the Museum of Visionary Art, chilling at the Chill Out Gardens or dancing in the Alchemy Circle.
It seriously felt surreal to be in a place without any big trouble. There were no TVs showing any bad news. There was no free wifi, but still some plugs to recharge phones. The only thing to worry about was to find the food stall with the shortest queue. We wanted to support the vegetarian and vegan ones.
The food wasn’t super expensive, but prices were more expensive than in Portuguese fast food restaurants in Lisbon. Between 5 and 9 Euros for a meal. Well, the more expensive meals were a bit nicer. It was easy to leave quite a bit of money for meals during the duration of the festival. Alternatively, there was food like fresh bread, cheese, yoghurt, fruits, veggies, tuna, pasta and sauce available at the grocery store.
I got used to the easy breezy life in Boom Land. It was fun. It wasn’t difficult. But it was still real. Strolling through the scenery, up and down Avenida Albert Hoffmann. A lot of time for thoughts, memories, feelings. And time to touch giant artifical flowers, to use the swings under the trees. Just chilling. It was a festival. It was about psy trance music and dancing. But it also was about relaxing and diving into my mind at the same time. Letting loose. Letting thoughts flow and intense feelings develop. A few hours of flying high, of feeling light and walking slow.
Leaving more experienced
When we had to leave Boom Land after the end of the festival, I felt being richer in experience and somehow satisfied. I was thankful for the experience. A tractor was taking us to the gate. Together with hundreds of other backpackers, we looked for a way of transport to another part of the country.
The queue for the public bus to Castelo Branco was quite long. So, we hopped spontaneously into the bus to Lisbon airport. We didn’t really have any idea about where to go. We had been so busy in our daily lives before, that we had totally forgotten to make any specific plans for our last days in Portugal. In that moment, it was a bit difficult, but in the end, it didn’t matter where we were going. Because we went with the right feeling.
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