For the weeks leading up to AfrikaBurn I could not talk about anything else, all my conversations lead to the Tankwa Karoo. Damn, I must have been so annoying. Yet here I am, with the Tankwa dust barely scrubbed from my pores and I don’t know what to say to the people who are actually asking out of their own accord.
* Click here for my 2015 AfrikaBurn post with images Life changing? Not quite but I do feel lighter somehow. I also like people a lot more now. I like Hennie and Maired who kept us a wonderful camping spot for a week overlooking the highest structure. I like the wonderful man who gifted us with jaffels just after we finished our 3 hour shift greeting and searching cars at Die Hek (the gate) in the blistering heat. I don’t even like jaffels but those were made with love and were just so perfectly timed. I like that people go to so much trouble to look fabulous in the middle of the desert.
I loved the larger than life structures and watching as they burn to the ground.
I loved that everyone had their own way to express themselves at AfrikaBurn. We went on a walk about far into the field the Saturday and was accidentally flashed by a girl who was completely naked under a loose robe. She covered herself up so fast my brain almost didn’t process it. She wasn’t one of those girls prancing about completely in the nude; she went were she should have been alone with her man. How beautiful is that?
I loved sitting in the middle of nothing watching the sunset with my Tankwa husband and a bottle of Pongrantz.