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On The Road To Shambhala
August 15, 2005
I just got home from Shambhala, and I've entered the stage of Shambhala-not. For you see, there is only Shambhala, and Shambhala-not.
What is Shambhala? Technically it's a music festival near Salmo, British Columbia.
However, it's a lot more than that, and it's an experience difficult to describe to someone who hasn't been.
What I can tell you is that it's a gathering of approximately 8,000 people (grows larger every year), from all walks of life, but primarily hippie-type folks.
I myself don't exude many hippiesh characteristics. I wash my hair, I eat meat, and I like money, but it sure is fun to relax in hippie style.
It's a well organized event, but doesn't have the feel of being commercialized, and it's set on a gorgeous privately-owned 500 acre ranch.
It's 3 days long, and your typical Shambhala day looks something like this:
Wake up, crawl out of your tent.
Cook some breakfast, smoke some pot.
Walk to a large sandy beach area, with great chill-out music playing on the beach stage.
Lay down, watch topless girls hula-hooping.
Cool off in the water, buy watermelon from the naked watermelon-selling chick.
Meet some of the friendliest, most unpretentious people you'll ever find.
Go have a delicious lunch served by one of the Shambhala vendors.
Watch some skateboarding at the skate-pit, smoke more pot.
Meet more great people.
At night, wander back and forth between one of the 5 stages playing a variety of music, from break-beats to trance.
Party until dawn.
Repeat as necessary.
There's a reason people enter a Shambhala-not stage of depression, for it's such an amazing place that you can't help but feel down when you leave.
All you can do is wait for the next Shambhala.