Burning Man, part 9

Back to Media Mecca around 2.30 to make it to the media art tour. There was another insane dust storm, so they plied us with liquor until the storm passed and then a grand golden dragon named Abraxas pulled up out­side the tent com­plete with war­ri­ors in East­ern-style armour. 

We piled on and moved out into the playa, stop­ping peri­od­ic­ally at huge install­a­tions of art, climbed onto them, clambered back onto the dragon, watched the war­ri­ors walk on their hands and do other stunts. Climb­ing up inside Big Rig Jig was kinda ter­ri­fy­ing. Two semis bent and con­nec­ted to each other one on top of the other, filled with a lounge and weird­ness and a sci­ence lab. Hard to explain. 

Back at Media Mecca, it was a ‘meet the artists’ drink­fest. I met one of the war­ri­ors, styl­ing him­self Pred­ator, with coffee skin and long dreds and liquid green eyes. (Really want a photo of him in his East­ern armour… next to the dragon. Yum.)

Met Brad Tem­pleton of EFF and chat­ted for a while. 

Checked my e‑mail on some guy’s laptop and found out that Dad was okay — he’d gone into hos­pital with a blocked artery the night before I left. 

Met another guy, 

aethyrflux

, and decided to wander around with him that evening.

(Photo of abraxas from someone on Tribe called theoneandrea… still look­ing for one that shows more detail from this year)