O’Kiz Festival in Croatia – my first Kizomba beach experience

O’Kiz Festival

Since I first saw on Facebook videos from kizomba boat trips in Rovinj I started dreaming of one. It looked so exciting and so thrilling!! This year I was determined to dance kizomba on the beach, considering it my top priority. The easiest way was to join my best kizz-friend for an O’KIZ Festival in Croatia, which is a relatively small event (comparing to Miami or Rovinj) on the Hvar Island near Split, organized by Ozy Shyne and his team.

It lasted for 5 days, but I only managed to make it for a weekend. I was told that small festivals are much better than big ones, because you have an opportunity to really get to know people, having this home feeling,  like living a short life in a new family. I had been to Croatia before, and I loved the country. So I knew in advance that it least I would like the location for sure.

Complicated but amazing

Although all about my trip turned out to become really complicated (wrong name on my flight ticket, critical days at work to leave for holidays, my horrible aerophobia, no tickets left for ferries to catch up my buses on time, etc..), I felt like doing it anyway! Finally I spent more time on the road getting there and back, than actually dancing on the beach, also it cost me more money that any other big festival, because of the bad and late organization from my side, and I was there just for 1 day and a half. But this 1,5 days were AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!  I would repeat all of my journey to be there again, to have this incredibly positive and beautiful experience! (yes, a tip to myself for the next time is to plan it well in advance!).

The music was so good, the dancers were such a high level, the location needs no comments at all, the weather obviously as well. JUST EVERYTHING WAS SO PERFECT!!!

The evening program

After a lovely dinner with my friend in the little port of Hvar we enjoyed an evening walk around the Island. It was magical with all those lights on, the sunset and little uncountable boats watching us from the sea. Soooo romantic!)  I was already happy, even before dancing)).  In a couple of hours, when we got back to port to take a taxi-boat to an even smaller Island, where the kizomba party took place, I got a bit scared, because I cannot swim.  And when I saw this little boat to get in and sail in the night sea I thought I would die! I definitely needed a drink to relax!

When we arrived I forgot about my difficult day, about the whole world and everything else… I got into nirvana and my personal ZEN, lying at night on a sunbed, watching the black sky full of August starts falling down, the marvelous panoramic view to Hvar Island, savoring my cocktail and listening to Dj SaiSai kizomba mix in the background……  Wooow!!!!!!!!!! In that very moment I knew that it was worth coming!

A couple of things beforehand

There were a couple of things that had worried me a lot beforehand (maybe stupid ones, jajaja), like

  • It was difficult to imagine myself dancing in a swimming suite with a guy, too intimate thing, I thought)))

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  • I was afraid to be thrown into the water during the dancing boat trip, as I cannot swim I would just die there)))

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  • I could be seasick on the water as sailing would take many hours. Especially if I got drunk, and it could finish ugly)))

But, well, all these questions to myself were solved positively!)

The Boat trip

And what about the Boat Trip itself? (let’s say “the purpose of my visit”) –  I HAD FUN! Continuous feeling of happiness, incredible sunset, bathing in the open sea among small islands, dancing on the roof and absorbing crazy positive energy from everyone around was such a drive shot! I didn’t notice how six hours passed by… flying.. The only inconvenience was to dance kizomba for me. With the movement of the boat it was difficult to keep right balance. On the other hand it was a quite a challenge!  I think I even wasn’t enjoying myself that much when I was 18, night-parting in Saint-Petersburg on water (also amazing, by the way!).

PS:  Oh shit! saying this I’m betraying my hometown)). Conclusion> totally recommended! If you go to this festival, don’t miss the boat!

I know, that it’s only the first Kizomba Sea Festival in my life and I have nothing to compare it with, but for me it will always be the most special one, like the First Love. The emotions I got from it were intensive and I’ll keep this warm feeling for myself forever!

Special BIG THANKS to Ozy Shyne! Without knowing me at all, he’s been always so kind to reply to all my messages, answer all my questions, trying to help to make my dancing  trip as smooth and as pleasant as possible. And also Special Thanks to Lucien Noten to help me make my dream come true!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Addicted to kizomba

I’m a very curious and addicted person. I had a lot of hobbies in my life, starting with the topic ones like Musical School and Scout association, ending with Reiki and Astrology.   Although I really enjoy my favorite activities and I love all of them, nothing can be compared to dancing kizomba. I have never gone so crazy about something! Being the addicted type of person, I start things putting much energy in the beginning and then losing interest very quickly.. I have a long list of unfinished hobbies like that.

But Kizomba dance is special. It’s my DRUG…  It’s the thing I cannot live without right now. When I dance a lot, I feel great, I look great, I radiate happiness!  When the intensive moment is over I get sad, becoming a bit apathetic.. (post-festival syndrome).  Obviously, there are things in this world that make me happy as well, but they cannot substitute kizomba to me.

I remember very well my first months attending 1 hour lessons once a week, on Tuesdays. Tuesday was the D-Day of 2015! I waited for it all the remaining 6 days of the week, like a count down to the best moment of my existence. Every Tuesday morning I woke up in a wonderful mood!!! I was “flying” all day long, like there was something magical about to happen that day. All my friends knew that Tuesday is MY DAY. I think that the way I drove my car I could do even with closed eyes, even totally drunk or physically unable.  It’s been months since I dance and I still love it and I’m still addicted to it, still want it all the time and every minute of my life. I still consider it my best private moment, my meditation, one of my energy sources & good mood.

Right now I am just in the very moment of the doldrums. My summer trips, as it happened to me in spring after my European Kizz tours (Rotterdam/Amsterdam/Geneva/Brussels/ Luxembourg), has come to its end, and I feel a kind of empty… I’m coming back to my normal real life, trying to work hard, cope with my duties, enjoying sunny weather…..  but actually the only place I’d love to be is at some dance floor, rubbing calluses on little fingers, sweating, moving my body in unison with the music beat. Is this any kind of disease? Will this addition ever end?

The level of destruction from a normal life is coming to an extreme point. Addicted, I forget about really important issues, related to my family, work and health. Sometimes I get scared of myself for being so absorbed by the dance, so involved in it, letting it so much space in my heart.  When I go home on holidays to visit my parents, that I haven´t seen for 2 years, the only thing I think about is to dance kizomba over there, to find a nice store of dancing shoes (they are life 2-3 times cheaper in Russia) and to write a new post about my Russian kizz-experience. I´m no longer interested in Irish pubs with my old beer-friends. Even though I try to control myself, my life has definitely changed since this amazing dance knocked at my door…