New Years Eve

What was supposed to be an amazing party night and day, turned out to be one of the most uninteresting event in my life, actually, not worth writing about it. However, some moments of the night must be revealed.

I had casually bumped into Jeff the day before and he would be part of the "partying" comittee, together with Gill, Matt, Maria, Carro and Spider. Eddie would join in later in the day. The plan was to go to party at the beach in Anjuna at a place called Shiva Valley. The music and the vibe there sucked. It was full of rude Mumbai tourists that would follow and harrase all foreign girls. So time passed by sitting at the beach until the fireworks would go on.

Midnight. 2008 had arrived and I didn't have the feeling of New Years at all. Despite everything, it was nice having good friends to hug.

A couple of hours had gone away unnoticeably filling our spirits with mere boredom. The group had divided. I had lost Jeff ages ago, and Spider was on his own dancing somewhere. Gill had decided to stay, too on drugs to go to sleep, and so Carro, Maria, Matt and a server went to bed. We thought on getting some sleep before the big Hill Top party which would be the "thing" to see. The "place" to be. It would be "The Party". A party that had been going on since the 31st and that should last until 10 pm of the 1st. But fate decided we would not get there until 1 pm.

Hill Top is an opened space with a big dancing area, with sweaty bodies moving to the rhythm of techno, trance, or whatever the hell was that. There were mats placed strategically for chilling out, resting and recovering strength to go back to the party and keep on dancing and moving eccentrically to beat. You could get food and drinks, from chai to spirits. The vibe however, didn't seem to change much from that in Chapora.

I bumped into Dean on the way in, he was leaving. Later on I bumped into Pedro. Jamie was also there and the reencounter is the only real thing worth mentioning. Like old friends that had been separated for ages, not more than two months, we embraced in an emotive hug. Worth mentioning as well he was high, on drugs, and I was slow, on joints. I had to try to activate myself, and he did the same the other way round. We catch up with our experiences in India, though it was a bit difficult to follow all what he was saying. He told me that Hugh had changed, becoming a very still and peaceful person. That I had to see.

At the end, Hill Top ended at 3pm officially and I left the place at about 5pm when I would go to meet with the rest of the group at Moondance, as they had left when the music finished at 3.

My kind of party would have been managed differently. I would have gone for partying during all night and going to Hill Top earlier. I reckon that would've been better, but chances are you don't get everything as you like, specially when hanging with a group of people with different intentions.

Finally, I ended the day too tired and too stoned to call home and the only thing I knew for sure was that I needed rest to get out of that vibe the next day. I was to move to Arambol.