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)