My niece asked me how it was, the festival.
I answered: 'Nice. Very nice. But also hard. Not easy. But fun and light, too. It was special. I laughed a lot, but I also cried. I cried my eyes out.'
We slept in a tent, my friend and I. At night it was cold, much colder than I had expected. I hadn't slept in a tent for years. The loud rain kept us awake the first night. I thought that the next day I would be exhausted because of the lack of sleep, but I felt fine.
The easy part was that the festival really took care of us. They had our tent ready. They took care of our luggage when we arrived by boat (the festival is on an island).
They got us bikes, so we could cycle the island.
They made us breakfast (porridge and fruit), lunch (soup and a salad) and dinner (a vegetarian stew). All day long you could get yourself tea, Yogi Tea. They had ALL the flavors. This was the first festival I visited where one could not get any alcohol. None. No alcohol. I only noticed this after two days. In the past, I visited music festivals like Lowlands. This was also a festival from Thursday up to and including Monday. On Friday, the terrain already was a mess. Garbage, filth, chaos, people fighting, people yelling, people kissing, dirty toilets, bad smells everywhere. Day five of the Yoga Festival, the terrain and the toilets, the showers, everything still was clean and proper. Not serving alcohol has a lot to do with this, I am sure.
What did we do?
Yoga, of course.
But we also chanted mantras a lot. We discovered we liked this very much. We got up at 6.30 AM. We took a shower, got dressed, drank water and went chanting. There was a lot of OM. The Gayatri Mantra got me crying. I felt the tears coming and I thought: Here I go. It didn't bother me and after the crying I felt relieved and light and happy. I took a look around and saw other people crying too.