burning man, it has been digested

The bearded man in his gold lamé mini dress rythmically twirls the fiery batons as he moves to the hypnotic boom boom music coming from the Robot Heart car, the crowd gathered around in a circle, clapping and cheering, feet stamping and arms in the air.



Look!

There's my husband in his utility kilt, furry cape draped around his shoulders, and his green fuzzy bear hat, flaps pinned back, looking ravishing. The two pink circular glowies stuck onto his chest, like two large nipples, make him easy to spot in the dark. And there is our friend M with spectacular glittery eyelashes and twirly things on her face and in her hair. Her costume tonight is a mix between Medusa and Cleopatra. Of course the other M, in his tiny tenniswhites - his Bjorn Borg outfit - hair braided, is not far, his red boxing boots moving to the beat. I am dressed down in shocking pink.

We are waiting for the rocket "launch", which it does with many colorful explosions and the smell of gasoline.

Later we cycle in a nine-man formation, sometimes long and sometimes wide, sometimes we lose someone , having only glowies and the blinkies to go by, and then we find them again. We cycle towards the lights. It may be the giant rubix cube or the crazy ping pong balls. We stop at the slide and the fiery beast, where we can push on big pedals to release blasts of fire. They like that here, and we like the woosh sound too, followed by the ten seconds of daylight and heat glow.

Far out in the dark, a little speck of light brings us to a wooden boat thing with a decorated room in it. Someone is sleeping on the floor, but we are invited to play the piano anyway.



More cycling, any which way we like. We can cycle in circles if we want to, and when we want to, we stop and park our bikes, hoping the orientation point we choose has not moved by the time we want to find them again.



Sometimes we just stand still and look at the horizon filled with pink, purple, yellow and blue light dots, as far as our eyes can see.




Carl Cox, an old favorite, opens his set with a version of this song at the Opulent Temple. We all like that.

During the day it is hot and dusty, naked people, It is true what you have heard, but not so scary. What they don't tell you is how the sky changes every hour of the day, there is beauty in a dust storm and space in the desert. And so much else to see.










Mad max fairytale land, I didn't even see half of it. I am now regretting sitting in that chair under the shade structure for so many hours on the second day, but it was hot after the night before, and I am a sissy.



Sisters, thanks for looking after the kiddo's. they still talk about that whipped cream on their chocolate milk. Was great having you here.

Love, S1