Black Rock City

Il Burning Man
è un festival di otto giorni che si svolge ogni anno dal 1991 a Black Rock City, una città che vive solo alcuni giorni, sulla distesa salata del Deserto Black Rock nello Stato delRead more
Il Burning Man
è un festival di otto giorni che si svolge ogni anno dal 1991 a Black Rock City, una città che vive solo alcuni giorni, sulla distesa salata del Deserto Black Rock nello Stato del Nevada, a 90 miglia a nord-nord-est di Reno. Il festival si conclude con la festa americana del Labor Day, a settembreRead more
🎉 Burning Man: Let’s Get This Party Started!
No joke—we paused our usual outdoor escapades to dive headfirst into one of the wildest, most unforgettable experiences ever: Burning Man in Black Rock City, Nevada. For one magical week each year, BRC transforms into a vibrant, temporary metropolis of 70,000–80,000 people. It has everything: a post office, emergency services, volunteer rangers, roads, bars, clubs, restaurants, an airport, and more art installations and theme camps than you can possibly imagine. Then, like a dream fading away, it all disappears, leaving the desert as empty and vast as before.
The 2024 Burning Man theme was "Curiouser and Curiouser" and celebrated puzzles without answers, the irrational and the absurd. This theme is inspired by the mysterious and whimsical, and encourages participants to embrace the unknown and explore the unexpected. The theme is similar to Alice in Wonderland's curious journey.
It is a festival that focuses on art, self-expression, community, and self-reliance. The festival's name comes from the symbolic Buring of a large wooden effigy, known as the Man, which takes place on the penultimate night. Larry Harvey was an American artist, philanthropist and activist. He was the main co-founder of the Burning Man event.
We came prepared, because out there, it’s just you and the dust. Planning for 3 people wasn’t a small feat—126 liters of water, heaps of food, and plenty of fun decorations like lights and flowers to keep the camp & bikes our daily transport there, alive with color. BRC is special—here, everyone helps one another, gives freely without expecting anything in return, and most importantly, celebrates life together. It’s a week of radical self-expression, community, and boundless joy.
Looking back, it’s amazing how quickly time flew by. Every day was a new adventure. Each corner of the Playa held something unexpected—new friendships, stunning art, or a profound moment of self-discovery. It wasn’t just the massive art installations or wild parties that left a mark, but also the quieter moments—the breeze brushing against us as we biked through the dust, the serene stillness at sunrise, and the deep sense of unity that filled the air.
One unforgettable night, Theo, Ingo, and I stumbled upon a spontaneous house music circle. The energy was sizzling—vibrant, joyous, and irresistibly contagious. We danced among kindred spirits as the music gradually shifted into drum and bass, and by the end, we were lost in harder electro beats. Fire acrobats twirled in rhythm to the pulsing music, while laser lights shot through the starry sky. It felt like we were caught in a trance, as if the universe itself had taken hold of us. Theo and Ingo were giddy with laughter, and I felt utterly free.
We finally made it back to our little camp at H 7:30, which felt like a hidden oasis in the sand. I wore a flower crown, my hair tangled with glitter and dust from the sandstorms—feeling like a fairy in this surreal landscape. We washed off the layers of grey dust, as if shedding the weight of the world, before slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.
As the sun rose, we sat in silence, watching the horizon shift from darkness to light—a perfect metaphor for the entire experience. It was transformative, awakening something deep inside. Fueled by the dawn, we hopped on our brightly decorated bikes and rode to the Reverbia Yoga Camp, guided by the ever-lovely Sunshine. Her gentle presence brought peace to our souls, and by the end of savasana, we were floating in a state of pure bliss.
The Burning Man fire was spectacular, topped with endless fireworks that made it feel like Christmas, New Year, and a national celebration all at once. Millions of sparks lit up the night sky—it was breathtaking. Now I understand why the ticket is so expensive, ha! On the penultimate day, after the Man had burned, I visited the Temple with Irina, our burner neighbor, for one last moment before it too was consumed by flames. We found a quiet spot near the fence to do some yoga and meditation. The Temple, with its prayerful hands sculpture at the entrance, was a sacred space. I left a message for my dad on its wooden walls, a simple note to honor him—it felt profound, cathartic. Later, we joined others near the smoldering coals of the Burn for breakfast. People were cooking eggs, bacon, even hearts and lamb liver, sharing it freely with passersbys. It was surreal—like stepping into a scene from "Brave New World," only with a deep sense of community and connection.
The art was beyond incredible. The fire-breathing dragons reminded me of my dad, while the unicorn—one of my favorite creatures—stood out among the mutant vehicles. The octopus 🐙 "El pulpo magnifico" art car, pirate ship, and giant eye with its dazzling animations were pure spectacles of creativity. My absolute favourite was the simple theater frame — a frame with red curtains and cinema seats to watch what was happening on the Playa. It reminded me that sometimes, the best entertainment is found in nature and human connection. We don't really need any entertainment, it all surrounds us.
Burning Man is where reality and fantasy blend seamlessly. One moment, you’re sipping tea at a small Turkish Delight Camp in the middle of the desert, and the next, you’re watching a hotdog BBQ being cooked on a modified shopping cart—how cool is that? Just when you think you’ve seen it all, a glowing mutant vehicle shaped like a giant octopus lights up the night, shooting bursts of fire from its tendrils. Every moment was a testament to the creativity, love, and resilience that thrives here.
As we packed up our camp and bid farewell to our burner neighbors, I felt a mix of exhaustion and elation. It’s hard to leave a place so surreal, yet so deeply familiar. The dust may have settled on our clothes, our skin, and in our hair, but it also settled in our hearts. Burning Man wasn’t just a festival—it was a reminder that community, art, and self-expression are essential to the human spirit.
Now, as we drive away from Black Rock City, I can’t help but reflect on how this journey has transformed me. It wasn’t just about the memories we made, but the lessons we’re taking with us—the importance of kindness, the beauty of impermanence, and the understanding that life, like Burning Man, is what we make of it.
Here’s to the dust, the art, the love, and the burn that will forever live on in us. We had an amazing burn! Huge thanks to Ingo for nudging us to join this incredible celebration of humanity. I hope more people carry the Burning Man spirit into their daily lives.
Let’s keep the Burn alive, even outside the desert!🌪️🌪️🌪️ Thanks Larry!!!Read more
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