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Wanderlusting AfrikaBurners, listen close - ancient bellies are rumbling! Conventional sleeping arrangements are crumbling! Roooaawwrrr! Turn your humble tent into...
Wanderlusting AfrikaBurners, listen close - ancient bellies are rumbling! Conventional sleeping arrangements are crumbling! Roooaawwrrr! Turn your humble tent into...
It is all because I met Tiger in some far away strange and slightly bizarre desert surrounded by obtuse, flexible...
The world opens. The sky bawls with fright as the electric blue of the Karoo excites dreamers into a world...
(text and photos: Ali B) Alongside being a regular at Burning Man in the US for the last six...
AfrikaBurn is far from your home fridge. Unless of course you have one of those small ones that plug into...
He’s the man with the plan and a cyclist’s tan who’s been cycling since last year and will eventually have...
We follow the main meridian of tar up into the plateau. The landscape has evolved; we are entering the desolate...
“Piel soos a koevoet,” Carl says to me, grinning, his different colour eyes darting, blazing, as he greets me under...
There are numerous people I could blame for my surprise Playboy magazine debut: The supple-moralled photographer at the festival where...
Sometimes it takes a little ignorance to create something amazing. In year two of our attendance at AfrikaBurn in 2008,...