On the dance floor, surrounded by the sublime murals of Hindu gods and neon lights that make each pair of eyes shine and teeth glow (as the smiles get wider), the people follow the music and the music follows them right back! If Shiva Valley is a Temple, one can meet Rabbis, Buddhist Monks, Hindu Sadhus and Persian Sufis all meditating while medicating.Īnd if you are lucky enough to realise that you have now turned a shade of blue from dancing and decide to take a walk outside, sit down with some tea and crispy cheese omlette with our beloved Chai Mamas. The Gods are as divine as the devotees who worship them at the temple that is Shiva Valley. Trance devotees from across the world (and not to forget the bus from Arambol) make the pilgrimage to Shiva Valley to be part of a reality that one only manages to glimpse into at the European summer festivals.īiggest names in the Global trance scene, like Earthling, Avalon, Tristan, Nigel, Ajja, Raja Ram, not only bless the dance floor with their mind warping genius from across the turn table, but also penetrate the crowd as it pumps with a unified frequency that’s hard to describe. As the sun sets on the razor sharp horizon of Anjuna beach, the music turns up and the people turn on. Tuesday nights at Shiva Valley are a ritual, not just for me, but for many, an almost holy indulgence that has lasted over 10 years. But this story has a happy ending, as a week later there I was once again outside the Temple, grooving to the upbeat sunset tunes of Digital Hippie.

Surprise Surprise! This was perhaps my 50 th party at Shiva Valley and yet I was dejected to know that I had missed the chance to dance at the Temple of Trance (no more cheeky rhymes, capiche!). DJ Tristan got the party started, I heard and DJ Nigel had the people marching to the moon and back. The regret of having gone home earlier the previous night grew stronger by the time I found my way out of the market. Damn it! Should have had that next drink, I thought to myself. It was no surprise to me as I had fallen asleep the previous night to the light thumping bass that the wind had carried across the beach into my bedroom.

Another Tuesday night that had turned into morning for many at Shiva Valley, I thought.

“Are you coming down to the beach for sunset?”, I asked a friend at the Wednesday Flea market, “Nooo, I’ve spent all night at the beach, I’m sick of the beach”, she promptly replied while twirling around to show me her new dress from the stall across. Why Is Shiva Valley The Temple Of Trance?

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