Yep, it’s that time again folks – time to kickstart your imagination and start thinking about the project you’re planning to bring to Tankwa Town next year. Got a plan for a wild Theme Camp? Keen to get greasy and …More »
We did not know what to expect and came with no expectations. We immediately felt at home once we arrived at the gates. The Elders thought it was a strange and beautiful place filled with absurdity and wonder, a dreamlike environment manifested.More »
It’s that time of year again – when we’re regrouping to kick start our annual cycle – and an important part of that process is the nomination of Members and Directors to our organisation. If you or someone you know …More »
(words: Cara Morris) It’s that time folks! It’s time to settle in for the dirtiest news of the year – it’s time for the AfrikaBurn X MOOP Map. This year was bigger! It had more people! More love! More …More »
It’s a festival of joy and happiness and everyone is invited. No-one judges you and you’ll feel right at home the moment you get there. We saw so many families, young and old enjoying the art and the people. If you want to express yourself then AfrikaBurn is the place to be.More »
The Dust: it was everything I ever wanted; everything I never needed and a moment in time that shaped me into a more colourful human than I was before.More »
Lost bikes? They’re a headache – but because we leave no trace, we do bring back positively identified bikes. If yours was found and ID’d, read this so you can get yours back, by June 16th. More »
Leave No Trace really means just that: once you’ve packed up your camp, the only thing visible should be scuff marks and footprints in the dust. No matchsticks, no cigarette butts, no string – hell, not so much as a false eyelash. Heed Princess Caralot’s MOOP tips, and sort your (camp) kak out. More »
Ladies and gents, ladyboys and Amazons, boys and girls, unicorns and dust bunnies – this is your 2016 What The Fuck guide! Click to read, and / or download as a PDF. Read it, absorb it, and dig into its …More »
It’s 3am, and I am standing in a metal cage somewhere on a dry lake bed in Black Rock City, Nevada. Dusty, spent, broken, and ready for more. Did I mention the cage was getting struck by lightening? Yip, from a Tesla coil, to a soundtrack of seriously macabre circus music. More »