Two strapping young men coming out of a rave party are scaling a narrow, rickety slope of sand and stones. Their faces are painted in dizzy colours. Under a bright February afternoon sun, thethe sweat on their broad, gilt-speckled foreheads splinters into tiny liquid suns. The party might be over, but the music—most likely a medley of trance tracks—must still be buzzing inside their heads, for they’re stepping high, wide and carefree, revelling in it. Ron Daniel, the