BINNEKRING BLOG
Fiery embers of Tankwa Town
Enthusiasm, participation, creativity, openness and sunscreen are a necessity; inhibitions, ego commodification, conservativeness and Rufus, your beloved Labrador, can be left at the gate.More »
Archetypes and dust storms: AfrikaBurn 2013
I’d been to AfrikaBurn last year for the first time, not knowing what to expect, and was completely overwhelmed by it. This year was no different. Even though I had an idea of what was in store, it still blew my mind.More »
The Middle Of Nowhere
I woke up in the middle of nowhere. The grey morning skies greeted me. While everything was still, a few people passed by me barely giving a glance. Music thumped from across the way, signifying last night’s party still going strong.More »
Of Tigers and Islands
It is all because I met Tiger in some far away strange and slightly bizarre desert surrounded by obtuse, flexible and incongruent beasts altogether swaying, clawing and prostrating under the midnight sun. Tiger claimed my attention. More »
The Bedouin Erect – Part 1
“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 »
Nice to teet you!
There are numerous people I could blame for my surprise Playboy magazine debut: The supple-moralled photographer at the festival where nothing was as it seemed, the influence of my fellow exhibitionists or even the butt-naked old man next to me in the photo wearing nothing but trippy-ass body paint. (If there was a culprit behind all of this I’ve decided it would definitely be him), but then again, why would I blame anyone?More »
Frigging With The Rigging
Sometimes it takes a little ignorance to create something amazing. In year two of our attendance at AfrikaBurn in 2008, we brought a camp from Durban called the AmaDeadly Disco Circus. For the circus, we made a DIY stretch tent. A big one. Being on a budget, we staged a fundraiser, and with the proceeds bought 120 metres of single jersey two-way stretch cotton. More »
My different kind of 5-year plan
In late April 2010 my life changed forever. I attended my first Burn. Having toyed with the idea of going to AfrikaBurn for a few years, I never realised what an impact it would have on me. Just 3 days in the Karoo desert and my entire outlook on life and people changed forever. I felt this warm fuzzy feeling in my gut and soul that didn’t disappear when I came back home, in fact it magnified.More »
