It was three o’clock in the afternoon and I was in our van, Quivera, trying to take a nap. A block away a band was perched on top of a bus named the Purple Platypus singing lyrics that incorporated a generous portion of F words. The heat was stifling, as one might expect in the desert in late August. I had compensated by soaking my bandana in water, laying it across my chest, and directing one of our battery operating fans on it.
I was rewarded with instant cooling and had almost drifted off when a longhaired James-Dean-rebel-type rode by on the bicycle he had modified to look like a lowrider chopper and fitted out with a hundred and fifty decibel boombox. Muttering one of the words from the Purple Platypus Band, I rolled off the bed and returned to my comfortable lawn chair outside. It was covered in playa dust that was now boiling up, driven by the heat of the afternoon sun and its accompanying wind.
I was grouchy about the heat, dust and missed nap but my irritation was lessened by the endless parade of costumed Burners who walked, biked and rode by our site on 6 and G Streets. We were in a prime location, just down from Center Camp. A huge church built by John so he could marry his girlfriend Muse dominated the block directly opposite from us. We were invited to the wedding, sort of. “Wear black,” the beer-filled John had directed.
An infinite number of port-a-potties lined 6th street, maybe 50 yards away. Having them nearby was both a blessing and a curse. It depended on which way the wind was blowing and how badly we had to go. Large sewage trucks arrived in pairs every few hours to service the toilets. They came with long hoses and could empty 40 pots in ten minutes. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Burners with bursting bladders stood by with pained expressions while the job was done.
Women tend to be more sensitive about the condition of the port-a-pots than men and one Burner had discovered a unique way of gifting his fellow Burners. Each morning he would show up with cleaning equipment and station himself outside of one of the toilets. A long line of women would immediately migrate to his site. When each one finished her business, he would rush inside and clean the facility, making it ready for his next customer. It was indeed a pristine pot to pee in.
Enough on the pots except to share the two signs below that were humorously posted on the walls. I will also note that I amused myself one morning by going bowling at the Toilet Bowl out on the Playa.
We had lost the fat, always-naked 60-year old man who had wandered by our camp several times a day last year. A skinny, always-naked 80-year old had replaced him. “How are you doing?” our camp member Adios, AKA Tom, asked, which of course was an invitation to stop by for a chat. But how in the heck do you maintain a conversation with a bone-skinny naked 80-year old? “What do you think about the art this year?” Tom asked while I smothered a laugh.
The art, actually, was fantastic. Over the next few weeks I will blog about the art, the people, the mutant vehicles, the burns and all of the other things that make burning Man the wonderfully unique event that it is. Join me.
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Thanks Curt. Can’t wait for the next installment!
Coming soon! –Curt
I’ve always worried about using outdoor lavs and that warning sign confirms my fears! After never hearing about Burning Man, the references come thick and fast. Saw a great set of photos on Mashable giving a sneak preview of the art – can’t wait to see your set.
Ah yes, the snakes. (grin) Port-a-pots can be an adventure although they make an effort at Burning Man to keep them clean. Still, 68,000 people… BTW, saw our first dog ever, at the event. They are strictly forbidden. Turns out the owner was one of the original founders and had been grandfathered in. The dog was at the wedding! –Curt
What an event Curt! And the snakes in the loos gives it a whole new twist – in a “Snakes on a Plane” kind of way! 🙂 Looking forward to more. ~Terri
Hey Terri, I am still in recovery. Those toilet snakes can be vicious! It usually takes a week just to clean up after Burning Man. And I was still recovering from the Alaska adventure. (grin) Anyway, I will start to respond to comments today… and start to get back into my friends adventures. –Curt
I started out giggling at the picture of you unable to take a nap..I’m a huge napper so I’m sure there would be none of that at BM.. Looks as if you had another grand time and yes, looking forward to all the posts!!
Thanks. Those naps are important! 🙂 BM was great, as always. Wait until you see the art. In your honor, I also have some people shots plus you will get to see NOLA’s French Quarter. I am glad to be back at home for a while though…. –Curt
A bit of a resemblance there between your last photo and the harmattan sunsets in Liberia. If the view were just tents, it easily could be a caravansary – which, in a sense, it is.
The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the flying saucer was, “Buckminster Fuller!” I must say – I haven’t thought about that dude in a very long time. If just looking at photos of Burning Man can surface that kind of connection, who knows what actually being there could do!
No doubt, “Bucky” would have found the event fun. And there are dozens if not hundreds of geodesic domes. Certainly the event brings back memories of the 60s and even 70s for me. 🙂
As for Liberia, the Cargo Cult theme this year with its cross-cultural perspective made me think how my students reacted to western influence. –Curt
Beautiful sunset photo and I love the signs!
Thanks. 🙂 –Curt
Those were great photos! [Even if the thought of snakes in the porta-potties has scared me for life! LOL] 🙂
Thanks. Guess you won’t be using any port-a-potties soon. (grin) –Curt
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