BINNEKRING BLOG
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 »
Follow The Light
Let me clear something up once and for all, this is not a festival, it’s a temporary community and ideal we’d like one day to share with the rest of the world, which if everyone else in society followed would make for a much happier peaceful world….just saying…More »
Town Hall – June 4th, 7pm
What worked for you? What didn’t? And how would you do things differently, next time? The place to engage in discussions that could provide the answers to these questions – and more – would be to come along to our Town Hall, on June 4th. More »
Tankwa Town 2014
Dear lovely, furry, colourful, dusty, crazy, dancing, creative, gifting and gorgeous citizens of Tankwa Town – behold: this is your new town plan! More »
Moop Map 2013
Ladies and gents, boys and girls – gather round and lay your eyes upon AfrikaBurn’s very first Moop Map! More »
The Happening
When all else failed, one sat in one’s ‘lounge’ under the gazebo, sipped a cool drink and watched the passing parade. It was a pastime that never failed to entertain.More »
The First Time I Came
A smiling face offered me a cocktail at sunset, I plonked my dusty bones on a bean bag with a rag tag assortment of dust dwellers and I thought – hey – this is alright…More »
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 »
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 »
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 »
