It was a time long before TripAdvisor, and the information highway consisted of rumors passed up and down the hippie trail. Stories about gatherings of their people on tropical beaches and remote mountain retreats. It was Goa that became the golden destination. From the UK, Australia and beyond, they arrived on buses and trains and whatever else was moving. They followed “the flow” and it lead them here to the dawning of a new age.
They we drawn by the beaches and the climate, and they were intoxicated by the drum circles and the glowing chillums. Tribal dancing and tantric yoga were on the menu and many exotic faiths and customs were embraced. They chanted under the Aquarian moon, and the Arabian Sea whispered along in sweet harmony. India was THE PLACE to be, it became the prefect backdrop for an alternative movement.
Of course, with all this youthful exuberance, the inevitable occurred: offspring. Toddlers, blond haired and naked, who frolicked in the sand together. They were blessed with names such as: Anjuna, India, Ganesh & Pavatti. I wonder how their lives unfolded?
George Harrison and his mates came to study sitar under the tutelage of master Ravi Shankar. Its mystical sound was introduced to the fanbase with the recording of Within You With Out You* and other songs. Rock music helped define “the flow”, pop stars and celebrities arrived for the photo-op and the party.
As the decade waned, the tribe slowly began to drift away. A few hard core stayed behind to live out their dharma, finding their guru or becoming sadhus themselves. But the majority found their way back to a certain reality and a day job. Many became estate agents, financial planners and the like. Bought a house in the burbs and raised a family.
Today, if you visit Goa, you will see a new sub-cult emerging. Those with the white-haired ponytails. Now at the age of retirement, they have returned to the beaches to spend winter months in the sunshine and to gaze over the horizon of the youth. They don’t talk much anymore.