It was pretty hard and taxing on the body, and after four days we were not nearly finished but our bodies felt like it. We were out in the heat all day, hammering nails into the lovely hard ground, and walking the space over and over again.More »
As we prepare for another amazing AfrikaBurn, our resident fire safety experts have some pearls of wisdom for all participants whose home camps will feature campfires and fuel. Read up and read on – you never know when the info might be handy. More »
As our DPW assemble their crew and equipment ahead of their desert departure, it’s all about cutting rebar, cleaning tents and a fair share of heavy lifting. Check out Helena’s latest update – and their wish list…More »
Ahead of his third build, Simon Max Bannister shares his thoughts on his experiences and learnings of planning, building and holding the Temple space. More »
Sonica Spirit, MOOP lead for AfrikaBurn and generally capable wonderwoman, shares her experience of working with DPW and Resto crews at Burning Man.More »
There is something very special about the feelings of collective endeavor. During the course of this monumental journey we had all got to know each other very deeply. More »
For anyone attending AfrikaBurn over the past two years, there was one artwork that was the talk of Tankwa Town: Lizzie the life-size flaming T-Rex. Now she needs our help to get to Burning Man!More »
The world opens. The sky bawls with fright as the electric blue of the Karoo excites dreamers into a world which they are free to form. Mobility and perspective are prominent themes – motion, fluidity – from one place to another, one person to another; one identity to another. The playground ignites. Perspective comes with such large spaces; distances. More »
We follow the main meridian of tar up into the plateau. The landscape has evolved; we are entering the desolate plains of the Karoo. The vistas open up as we leave the lush lands of fruit trees and vineyards. We finally turn off the N1 and start seeing fellow travellers, laden wagons with caravans and full bakkies.More »
“Piel soos a koevoet,” Carl says to me, grinning, his different colour eyes darting, blazing, as he greets me under a clear Helderberg morning. I get into his Isuzu Fleetside, a dirty single-cab work-horse of a bakkie with ostrich feathers and crystals colonising the rear-view mirror. “Piel soos ‘n koevoet! Right-O, let’s go!” And with that we zoom off into the labyrinthine termitary of an urban morning, and start our preparation for a tent job in the karoo.More »