Trance Party in Simeiz (Crimea)

Dedicated to those for whom KaZantip is not enough.

Literally a couple of days before this event, lying around 4 a.m. in a state of heavy drunkenness on the beach of an establishment with the grand name "Fregat", I was musing on the transience of existence and on how, in this breeding ground of "goblins" and "boozy dancers", no trance party could possibly happen simply because of the incompatibility.
But no — I think we've all seen more than once how the atmosphere is transformed by a couple of fluorescent "towels" with trippy drawings and 200 incense sticks lit nearby. A start had been made. The pleasant sounds of a burbling trance bass drum and the noise of the surf set a good mood and made for a pleasant way to pass the time. All around there were more and more people with yellow cards on their necks (KaZantip visas). And just plain nice, good-looking people, of the sort not previously spotted in Simeiz. It seemed everything could not have been better, were it not for one circumstance that added an unpleasant aftertaste. On the beach a tidy little "reception" had been arranged by the local guardians of the law. Bearing in mind that the young people who, by their own reckoning, had come "out to the sticks to cut loose to the max" fell right into this reception, since they were inclined to openly ignore the laws of Ukraine (what all that means — figure it out for yourselves).
True, there were also those who were aware that not everything here was so smooth, and those who drank vodka =). With the start of the event, these people gradually began to reach their desired states, and it has to be said, to have a very good time using every possible means at hand — the sea, the mountains, the starry sky. People swam to their hearts' content, climbed the nearby rock "Diva", and had unforgettable experiences.
I won't touch on the musical content of the party, since there's no accounting for taste, as you understand. The DJs were from the label known to everyone, Sun-Trance, under whose aegis this whole thing was, broadly speaking, put on.
It has to be noted that with the arrival of light (in other words, the sun) it became far more interesting and somehow more pleasant to be in the middle of it all. It became possible to get acquainted properly, to chat and, in general, to look into the honest eyes of those around you.
Many unexpected encounters with Moscow acquaintances almost led me to the illusion that I was at home. In the morning the music somehow got livelier and more danceable (well, again, to my taste) and lively dancing was promptly got under way. As the temperature rose, people started stripping off, sunbathing, swimming and dropping off to sleep. But it was not to be — the internal rules of the goblin-booze-entertainment complex "Fregat" would not allow you to stay on the beach like that (by now in the morning) without having paid for entry. So little by little they began to drive the ravers off the beach, and recommended that the music be turned off.
By around 9 a.m. there was almost no trace left of the night's vigils, and the Simeiz beach settled back into its usual measured life.
All in all, one can say that events of this kind are very good in themselves, but perhaps they require a more careful approach to the choice of venue and to making access to that place harder for law-enforcement officers. The organisers of KaZantip seem to have already understood this. =)