<< We Had Such A Wonderful Time That We Couldn’t Bear To Go Back To Our Regular Lives, And So We Decided We Just Wouldn’t … For A While >>
Nearly 7 weeks post-Burn … We are almost ready to face normal life once again. Well, of course, normal life kinda continued after Afrika Burn but we just felt different. Because for 7 days we had been disconnected from the rest of the world.
Instead we entered a world where 9.000 hippies build a small city in the desert for just a week, and then burn it all down … leave no trace … and depart a different human for all the awe-inspiring, breathtaking, mind-blowing experiences and encounters.
A week without cellphone reception, a week without internet, no Facebook, no posting on Instagram, no Whatsapp, email, text messages, news reports.
It. Was. Glorious.
A week where everybody interacted with everybody. Young, old, dressed, naked, humans from different backgrounds, nationalities, a mixture of characters. But oh characters they were! Nearly all of them, one by one, were their very own very special character.
A week where everybody helped each other, cooked together, took care of one another.
Small communities erupted – packed next to each other on the edge of the desert. We helped pitching tents, cleaning up, borrowed stuff from the neighbours we never met before and handed out gifts to beautifully dressed up humans, free lemonade distributing kids, guitar playing talents and tequila gifting skimpy clad girls.
And all we wanted when it was all over, was for it not to be all over.
We wanted to stay in that African desert underneath the star studded Tankwa Town skies forever. Dust storms and all. Be those radical self reliant and radical self expressing humans till the end of our days.
But instead, on Sunday, after Burning for seven days, in the middle of a typical Karoo sand storm, we packed up and drove the 3 hours back to civilization. The 120 kilometers back to the first small town for phone reception, for gas for the little red devil of a rental car and after 120 kilometers we also got rain. As soon as we left the dirt road, left the desert where not a single drop of rain fell all week and hit ‘normal life’ it rained, it theatrically and symbolically cleaned the dust from our car but not from our minds. Not from our souls.
We drove another 2 hours all the way back to Capetown. We were quiet in the car. Overwhelmed by the experience. We drove, called our friends who were one by one missing flights. We drove, called friends who started on 2 day journeys back to Johannesburg. We drove, we listened to music. We drove and we already started to form our favorite Burn memories.
For weeks we flew on this cloud called the post-Burn. And we’ve only just landed …