By Jade Johnston
We awoke early on the 27th, packed up the remainder of my flat, and moved all our luggage to the sidewalk. Our ride was late, but it was alright, because we had lime milkshake. After more sidewalk chilling, we were eventually picked up and headed out of Auckland.
The drive to Kiwiburn was without incident, and we found our friends relatively easily after checking in. Checking in involved confusing the box office people, being hugged by a sunburnt hippie, and crawling through a fabric maze. After completing the tunnel we rung a bell, shouted out that we were home and got to choose a rare, medium, or well done paddling. I chose medium.
After this was all done and finished, we called up Nils and Patrick and were escorted to the place which they reserved for us to set up our tents.
We arrived Thursday morning, the man burnt on Saturday evening, and the temple burnt on Sunday evening, so we had a lot of spare time in between goings on. Considering that this blog entry is supposed to cover four days, it will actually have relatively little content due to our main activities being napping and eating.
However, despite most of my kiwiburn experience being spent unconscious in the shade, I did somehow find the time to go kayaking, photograph Nils and Patrick doing their fire poi, and join a drum circle.
It was a relatively small festival, with only about 400 or so people there, but it was a nice small community atmosphere. A great way to unwind and relax after too much working in Auckland.