wow. we just got back to civilization, and i finally understand why they call it Burning Man. i am FRIED.
there is just so much to KICK YOUR ASS out on the playa. from the 100+ daytime temps, to the nighttime chillies between 40-60 degrees. the 24-hour party you hear thumping in all directions around you. the freakin DUST from the earth that coats every surface of you body (in your hair, in yur mouth, in your food, in your tent, all over your clothes and bed…). hope you didn’t plan on ever getting clean for 7-10 days! it broke me down like a little girl, several times.
but the rewards, of course, are great. there’s amazing art everywhere you turn. some of it is on wheels and rolling passengers all over the open playa, or rolling down your “street” in front of your camp. have you ever seen 500 geodesic domes in one city before? there were workshops on everything from making your own clothes and hula hoops, to fire dancing, pole dancing, better sex with your partner, understanding the geology of the black rock desert, 12-step meetings at least 3 times a day, you name it!
i had no time for workshops though, i was overwhelmed just by walking around the villages. we rode a pedal-powered ferris wheel at dawn and were handed pancakes as we swung by the lowest spot. and of course, i saw the biggest FIRES i’ve ever seen. i’m sure it was visible from space when they burned down the 50′hx150′w dance club made of strewn 2×4’s. on wednesday afternoon we fed latkes to approximately 300 people. folks LOVE latkes.
much more to tell about burning man, but for now i just wanted to announce that we are back and we survived with not even a sunburn. it’s tough though, peoples.