BINNEKRING BLOG
Solar Santa
Chapter 1. I’m 71. An old fart who lives alone in the Magaliesberg mountains with two border collies. I get the occasional paying guest for a weekend that pays for the dog food. My wife died years ago but still …More »
Leave No Trace – It Starts With YOU!
Words: Princess Caralot / Photos: as credited on shot There is nothing quite like being in a position to watch Tankwa Town disappear bit by bit until nothing remains. The landscape in which we hold our event each year …More »
R.I.P Fella
Words & photos: Loki & Love Your Planet Crew We pay our respects to a fallen comrade, through these words from the man himself and his crew, friends & family. Ian ‘Fella’ MacDonald died tragically on 20th …More »
Tales of the Orange #2: Behind the Scenes as a Ranger at AfrikaBurn
This article was reposted from here. Words and Pictures by Ann Gadd It’s 4am in the Tankwa. The air is unusually warm and there is a stillness across the plain. I’d really like to be curled up on my inflatable …More »
BURN BABY, BURN!
(words by The Bohemian Doctor – photos by Hervé PHOTOGRAFF) Trying to describe my first time at AfrikaBurn using words would be like trying to taste music, or to hear colour, or to see speech. It would be like …More »
AfrikaBurn Living the Dream
(words by Kwassi – photos by Rizza Bomfim) What is AfrikaBurn? It’s a great many things but the solution to humanities problems it is not. Every year around this time I find myself defending AfrikaBurn. People criticise this festival at …More »
The Magic Necklace
(photos courtesy of the author: David Gwynne-Evans) Do you believe that people find crystals, or that crystals find people? Here follows my own fairytale story – a botanist who in following his heart found his love and a magical crystal …More »
2012: The Storm Outside (and within)
Words: Mutant Reaper / Photos: as per credit on shot My first burn was 2012, after many years of vigorously resisting my friend’s invitation. My perception was that is it a big trance party with people running around naked, …More »
Intercultural Story Exchange
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 »
The Tale of Red Dust
Photo courtesy of: Christiaan Barnard Photography 4am. Late April. It is dark. It is cold. A chill wind from the north conjures dusty ghosts that groan and whisper across the Playa. A crescent moon hangs like a cheap neon sign …More »
