Burning Man, part 15

The park is much more fun with a crowd. We are all sleepy from the late night before and lie on the grass mas­sa­ging each other’s backs and strok­ing each other’s arms. 

I want to go to the swim­ming pool again and every­one seems keen but they are lan­guor­ous in the heat and slow to stir. 

I am on foot while they have bicycles. They will join us later. Karen agrees to walk her bike with me so I’ll have com­pany (I’m more wor­ried no one will come at all). Again, halfway there, we find a ride for me, this time because she knows friends at a Peeps Flambé camp. Appar­ently this is some sort of marsh­mal­low con­fec­tion shaped like a bird for Easter. It is far too sweet. The pool is delightful. 

I have an appoint­ment with 

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for 6pm at the park to meet up for the Man. Kati has no plans, so she comes with me, and we take the mak­ings of a picnic dinner. He has brought port. Mmm. 

After dinner, back at camp, Kati is dis­trac­ted by Priya and Yassi and will go out with them instead (I can under­stand this: I took one look into their little house and saw three glow­ing naked vis­ions sit­ting cross-legged; I could barely tear my eyes away).