The sun really proved its worth on Saturday and provided an unforgettable sunrise, the best one of the weekend. Saorise took centre stage on Sunrise duties. Spinning vinyl accompanied by a mist over the mountains; breathtaking views came into play as darkness cleared. At around 7am Saorise dropped Original Nuttah and, even though these lot had been on their feet all night, but it certainly did not stop everyone jungle raving!

Again, there was no time for a recovery period as the unfavourable fear of missing out lingered. The HOME healing area provided that warmth some needed as the feeling of the night being over, kicked in. HOME healing acted as a big hug for those that acquired it, yoga sessions, cocoa sessions, and sound baths were available, with all of the donations going to One Love project charity in India.

Jack Tyson Charles, son of Craig Charles, provided a ‘during the day’ sound of soul. The London musician has perfected the soul genre over years spent working on the London circuit. Many caught the rays, whilst drinking from their metal cups and basking in the sound of soul. Everyone was entering a slight recovery mode, ready to prep for the evening antics, praying for an unforgettable sunrise.

The burning of the effigy began to mark the end of the festival weekend. Crowds gathered to watch Svorag get torched, as a carnival atmosphere was created.

The Sunrise stage was booming for one more night. Henry Wu brought the beats for the last night on the tree house from Peckham’s established vinyl party Rhythm Sections. The last night was one to reflect, as everyone stood there surrounded by people they didn’t know just three days ago, making plans to meet up when they’re back in the UK. There was no rain, but we all danced with unbelievably high energy under umbrellas as the sun came up, the outfits had gotten weirder as the weekend went on, but it was totally acceptable.

Those that had the remaining cash hopped onto a bus and headed an hour up the mountain to a pool party, for one last night of luxury. Amber Shells kept the party going and people swam in the pool and chilled in the spa in an attempt to exhale festival blues and prepare for normal life back home.

I could use 101 adjectives to describe my festival experience on the Rhodope Mountains but no matter how hard I try, nothing can ever describe the experience of actually being there. It is true that this festival has grown in popularity from when it started six years ago and there’s no reason why it will not continue to grow.

I couldn’t help but notice the hippie scene that was so prevalent in the UK back in the 1960s, it was still alive at this festival; all ages, walks of life and backgrounds had come together to feel freedom, peace and love at the same time and I was gutted that it couldn’t last for longer.

It’s clear that this festival has no profit driven model; instead, it is two brothers who had a crazy dream that involved uniting all their friends on the side of a mountain as they aspired to create a festival like no other, and year after year they sit back and reflect on the passing of another festival, fulfilling that ‘crazy’ dream.

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Words by Aimee Knowles
Photos by Aron Klein