Following our time on the Wild Coast, friends and I headed to Afrika Burn, an art festival in the desert modeled after Burning Man in the US. Here's a taste of what happened.
Loaded up the minibus with everything we'd need to be self-sufficient in the Karoo--water, food, shelter, Russian Bear.
Paying our toll for the Huguenot Tunnel.
Allie's an impressive hula hooper. I completed the most revolutions I ever have (maybe 5) and have now retired.
See that white thing sticking out of the basket? A recently-married bride (and groom) take a celebratory hot air balloon ride.
This was a dance tent at night (it also had swings inside of it...which unfortunately meant people got kicked in the head if they weren't careful). The inhabitants of the supporting camp were known as The Succulents.
Jamie's got sunset on her breath.
The Vuvu Lounge, a club on wheels, and the Lotus at dusk.
On the left side, my all-time favorite thing at Afrika Burn: the van with the tall bamboo poles and the flags. I called it Howl's Moving Castle because it felt like a Hayao Miyazaki illustration that came to life (if you haven't seen Spirited Away, run, don't walk, to your nearest Netflix).
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