Everyone in Australia knows about Nimbin. Whether they’ve scored drugs there, gone as a tourist to buy rainbow hippie shit, or read about how it’s a fractured town filled with ageing idealists whose dreams are being trampled under a stampede of smack, speed, and ice, most people hold some sort of opinion about the village. We finally decided to check it out for ourselves, at the peak of its craziness: the annual Mardi Grass Festival.