We Kimberley and Calvinia overnight, and the third morning fresh and rested the 100km dirt road to

by Ingrid
Then for the people at work I go tjoon Africa Burn then, when everyone's so: Africa whaaat? I Explain when using exaggerated gestures, made Bohemian and important: "It's a week long festival of art and free expression. People Gather in the Desert to build giant works of art and-then they 'burn it all at the end in a dramatic and beautiful fire ceremony! "And when my dad for his friend to explain where we are for a week with his trailer which is coming, he believes: "No, can you believe? The kids fucking hell are all the way down to Cape Town for some hippie trans-party where they had a lot of shit in the desert burning ". Shook his head and hook the Venter to my car. Well, for those who do not know - Africa Burn is a once a year (late April / early May) in the Tankwa National Park in the Karoo. The festival takes its origin and inspiration from its bigger brother American: the Burning Man festival in Nevada. It's basically a week. It started slowly on Monday dora with people who save a stofstrepie after another into the desert riding and camping in a huge circle - much like the farmers of old who go down (only with less hoods and muzzle). dora And then by the Friday pick it up fast speed, when every last hippie and hipster from Sleep City Escape for a nawekie away from the wineries and get dust kick up in the Inner Circle. I must admit, it's kakvêr as you drive from Gauteng. 16 hours in a 'go' do not put in every man's pants, so I recommend you do as us and make a road trip of the whole story.
We Kimberley and Calvinia overnight, and the third morning fresh and rested the 100km dirt road to Tankwa Town slapped with enough time to scrub nest for the heat of the day. I promise, you do not want your tent in the dark does not save (Oppikoppie styles and beaten all the sletsap you in the car drunk way for the cops in the Cape wine quietly), and then came those desert wind while try dakseile vaskap with an empty beer bottle for the box that brought the tent, forget the hammer. Arrived you can turn off your phone and solve together with your wallet in the car, because dora there is no cell phone reception and nothing to buy - your money is Jozi no good here, my lanie! Tankwa work on the exchange. You give good, and you get well. Some people give shade, some give police coffee from 9: 00-11: 00 every morning at their tent called The Pavement. Some people give you a lift back on a bike route to the toilets when. Other people give other people hiding when they were naughty. Lycra to hun eigen, as long as you participate and contribute, I guess. The only, and I mean ONLY thing you can buy is ice. For you are afterall in a desert and no one likes a warm beer, innit? Every afternoon, twenty four are bergtee drunk at Camp High T and get your biscuit shake in the afternoon sun still neerhel like there is no tomorrow is not. And dearest, Might I request that u dress for the occasion? The wilderness is not a place for the ordinary little or tedious. If it pleases you so feel free to throw to your nude - just remember the sun block on that beautiful white tietietjies your last seen on a Greek holiday in 2012 saw the sun! Then, when the sun began to set and the Disco bus started driving, meeting everyone in the Inner Circle between all the artworks and THEN start the party!
Burn Africa is not a music festival, so there's no bands do not. There is not a line-up or a program. And if you're like me the time on your cell phone in the car lay kokkenodge, not only do you know what time it is. There are famous people who want to shine catch. Ok so, there may be, but you will never know, because they may have stood beside you in this morning's yoga class in a wig and a tutu or an alien outfit. One can all night just to wander from party tent to tent party, until your ass lame danced and look your poor toes or they came from a dusty sausage machine is forced to sequins. dora By the Friday and Saturday night to catch the party as much speed, you do not know whether you Arthur or Martha is. Then it is time for all the beautiful rabbits and towers, and the man with the hands for the past few days and nights our playground, and dance floor was to burn ... "Burn the bunny! dora Burn the bunny! "Shouted the people. The tjoons pump off the bus from behind and you are surrounded by people in costumes and fairy lights and all sorts of strange, beautiful things. So move the party than from artwork to artwork and everything is on fire. And then in true hippie fasion, when the last part of the burning scaffolding ombliksem, cheer everyone and some naked cyclists joined hollow all cheered to the fire in an almost primordial serimoniële way. Burn Africa is not a place for the faint-hearted or those with a shit attitude and you should make the time to take all in love with the fact that you do not take a bath for a week. I suppose it's not necessary that you should afvrot Totter (because there is always Wet Wipes Praise