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At the End of a Long Drive


Shreesh and Neena Taskar

We didn't make the decision, the decision made us. On October 20th, 2007, we left our comfortable city of San Francisco to follow a simple algorithm - go North till the road ends then turn around and then go as far South. In between those two points was the stage, the timeline, the space, where we made things happen and things happened to us.

The past is fleeting and the stories, the sights and the feelings are perishable. One sees what one wants to see, and perhaps we are not capable of more. We saw that people are kind and helpful even if they were not materially rich. Some we could understand even though we didn't speak the same language, the motivations of others were incomprehensible even though we did. In the end fragments remain - the smell of roasting chocolate, a flock of snow Ptarmigians on snow, the creaking of the rainforest, the rough feathers of penguins, and the intoxication of Curanto.



So these are our stories. Every time you visit the site you will see a random post below. Each starts with Lo que pasa es que...


Going going...

There goes
the car port!

The weather is a major participant in this year’s Burningman. It is NOT a fog that creeps on little cat feet; it is a lion that roars with elemental intensity.
(Map this!)

Of the four Burning man’s we have been to this was by far the worst weather year. It started out mildly enough – the first day we enjoyed a candle lit dinner and excellent wines from Weimax, especially selected for Burningman. But when the Oracle contingent arrived a curtain of sand moved towards us from the playa and instantly engulfed us in a maelstrom of sand and wind. At first it looked as if the CostCo car port would hold but the wind turned the roof into a kite and sheared the cheap hooks attaching the guy wires to the frame. The carport tumbled up and over onto the mini-van owned by our Québécois neighbors. Just as Nero fiddled while Rome burned, Vinay played Congolese beats as the carport was undone.

Dum, dum diga diga...

Vinay Yadappanavar as Nero.

That sandstorm lasted three hours and everything was covered with a layer of dust an inch deep. The cleanup lasted long, slowly the fly stirred and cleaned itself. Out came the candlelight and the wines selected especially for Burningman and there was good cheer with our Québécois neighbors. The storm was quickly forgotten and we all went out in the crystal clear evening onto the playa to enjoy the neon and the heavy beats of techno.

Gesu bambino

Madhuri Yechuri as Gesu Bambino

But the victory was short-lived for the next day another wall of sand loomed in the distance. Many in our camp left, anticipating the blood bath to come but this time the canopy held. Six of us grabbed hold of the structure and held on for dear life! During the worst of the sand storm a man appeared, seemingly from the sand itself and deposited two ice cold Pabst Blue Ribbon beers for our succor. Grateful for the gift, I will never look at Pabst Blue Ribbon in the same way again. The Sissyphean task of cleaning up had to begin anew…

Wreck Lakshmi Dancing Snoozing?

2 Responses to “Burning Man: The Weather”

  1. Vinay says:

    Hee hee!
    You have a nice style of narration. It is colourful but not over the top. Works great for travelogues!

  2. madhuri says:

    i look like an ad for some shady teeth whitening clinic.
    Lakshmi looks like a hot model from mumbai.
    i love your style of writing!

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