‘One with the dust’: how I survived Burning Man when everything went wrong

I was thrilled to finally experience the Nevada festival. But I underestimated how hardcore it was – and the life lessons it would bring I was naked in our tent at Burning Man last year when all hell broke loose. The 100km/h (62mph) gust wrenched our tent stakes from the ground – and me from my nap. I threw on a dress, fear coiling in my belly when I saw the midafternoon sky had turned dark. Continue reading...

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