Shambala 2015 was our first Shambala and it did not fail to impress. I'll be honest, after nearly 30 years of going to festivals, its hard to get excited. Don't get me wrong. in the daytime I love getting dressed and talking to new and interesting people. But come the night, there's very little music that will get me tramping round a muddy site. These days I spend most of my evenings at festivals sitting by the fire with good friends, talking and drinking decent wine. Shambala was a breath of fresh air. People actually take dressing up seriously and come prepared, there was a family of smurfs and aliens with headdresses made from plastic cups. Very respectable men who work as super market managers and lawyers dress up as women on fruity Friday and the most buxom feminine dames dress up as mustachioed men. It was a real blast from the past. The happy, peace loving, smiley crowd remaindered me of days of old. The mix of ages was also lovely. It was a rea...
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