I don’t like trance. But if there is one place on earth to change your mind about it, it would be Goa, India. At the peak of the psychedelic, it was the place to be, the place to transcend all that is material and give yourself away to the monotone pitch of Goan Trance.
Liquid Sky, Hilltop and the legendary beach parties are no more. The local authorities decided ‘nough is enough and cracked down . The cracking down I am guessing had to do with the middlemen not getting enough bribes in cash, the bottom feeders and the top feeders left the local authorities out of the real cash flow and it bit them in the ass.
Not 1 party, not 1 decent party in my 2 week stay in Goa! Lots of Russians, Germans, Israelis – those who knew the underground networks probably had better luck. We didn’t feel like bonding with either groups, and it left us in a real ditch.
I enjoyed the cows, the beach, lovely Indian people and lack of hagglers. Though for those of you who want sex, drugs and good ol’ trance, you’re probably better off going to Ibiza. Goans are losing the lucrative tourist dollars, but maybe they get a little something in return, shrinkage of white people disturbing their peace.
