Ozora
Of all the stops on my festival Odyssey Ozora was the one I was least looking forward to. 8 days of militant psy-trance – a genre that I have never been a fan of and that I was going to have to tolerate entirely alone. I very nearly considered bailing on the whole thing. It was the first festival since my 2 and a half-week break and in that time I was taking great pleasure in wondering around foreign cities aimlessly, making new friends in hostels and trying and failing to chat up a series of Parisian women. All this…