June 2003
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iafrica.com: UK summer festivals: the agony and...
The strangest thing I’ve seen, ever, was on a Sunday morning, on a beach in Cape Town, in the closing hours of an all-night outdoor rave.
The setting was surreal to begin with; trance music pulsating out of colourful marquees, mingling with the fresh salty sea air and vividly dressed revellers – some sitting in communal circles, others dancing vacantly.
One chap however, whom had caught my...