
Our festival grounds sit in Libeliče, on the Slovenian-Austrian border, where the Drava runs past meadows and old forest. Nature does the heavy lifting here — we just bring the sound.
The basics are covered: clean toilets, warm showers, proper food, cold drinks and shelter when the rain comes. You don't have to think about any of it.
For years, this has been our cornerstone, our sacred ground for summer gatherings. Here, beneath open skies and canopies of trees, we dissolve into one another and the music, losing track of time as the Drava whispers alongside our collective rhythm. It's where the dancefloor meets the earth, where friendships deepen, and where the boundaries between self and surroundings blur into something beautifully undefined.
This is where we return, season after season, to remember what matters.

Our festival grounds sit in Libeliče, on the Slovenian-Austrian border, where the Drava runs past meadows and old forest. Nature does the heavy lifting here — we just bring the sound.
The basics are covered: clean toilets, warm showers, proper food, cold drinks and shelter when the rain comes. You don't have to think about any of it.
For years, this has been our cornerstone, our sacred ground for summer gatherings. Here, beneath open skies and canopies of trees, we dissolve into one another and the music, losing track of time as the Drava whispers alongside our collective rhythm. It's where the dancefloor meets the earth, where friendships deepen, and where the boundaries between self and surroundings blur into something beautifully undefined.
This is where we return, season after season, to remember what matters.






























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