Club Review: Sisyphos
No photographs are allowed at Sisyphos, therefore I can only trust my red stamped wrist that I was in fact at this club, in this city, and on this continent. Because at Sisyphos, a former dog-food factory turned clubbing wonderland, the only thing that reminded me that I was still on this planet was the long line for the bathroom. Otherwise, I was occupying a different cosmos. The outdoor area of Sisyphos is like a twisted Christmas village, complete with food stands, a man-made lagoon and endless orbs of spinning, colored light. Here you can find pretty strangers strewn across the sandy floor, chatting, regrouping and even sleeping. If at some point you want to leave this Candyland and enter a sweet sort of Hell, have no fear. The dance floor awaits. To get to the largest dance floor at Sisyphos (there are a total of four) one must first pass through a dark stone tunnel. This tunnel-time-machine will then lead you into a room of shameless 70’s decadenc...