Nothing could prepare me for what I experienced. I did take one piece of advice given to me on this board, to not go in with any schedule or agenda. Whoever said that, THANK YOU!!!
I flew in on Wednesday morning, and after securing my plane, I checked in with Customs, made my dust angel, rang the virgin bell, and then started to walk the mile or so into Black Rock City. I wandered around with no agenda. I got my photo taken for the BRC Yearbook, was gifted some snacks and some drinks, but the long hot walk from the airport had taken it's toll on me. As I shuffled along, a chipper gent driving a trolley came along and offered me a ride... and that set my entire experience into motion.
As we chatted it turns out his wife loves to fly but had never seen BRC from the air, I offered to gift her a ride in the plane. He drove us past his camp to meet the wife and their friends. Then I had two ladies who we going to be gifted plane rides. The next day I gifted them their rides. Afterwards I met another young lady who wanted a ride. I told her to meet me back at the airport in the morning. I rode back on the trolley and helped my new friends from Camp Brew-Haha serve up coffee to passers-by. My new friend then offered to let me drive the trolley around since I had no transportation.
So off I went on the trolley, seeing sites and gifting trolley rides. I took the trolley hither and yon across the deep playa, experienced numerous white outs, ferried others across the playa, enjoyed hot dogs and tequila out near the woman. Then camp Brewhaha hauled me back to the airport where I had a gourmet meal at the Galley.
The next day I gifted a young woman who worked at the gates a ride. She gave me all kinds of insights to the city as we flew circles above BRC. She gifted me with a BRC Swift Water Rescue Team badge. The next young lady I flew was the woman I met the day before. As we were walking out to the plane she offered me breakfast and a shower... A SHOWER! So after the flight I met her husband and we went back to their RV and she cooked us all breakfast while I enjoyed a quick shower... didn't want to waste their water. We had a great breakfast of fresh mango, longanisa, and fried rice. I washed it down with the Mexican Coke that the previous rider had gifted me. I spent the rest of the afternoon back at Camp Brew-Haha. And it was from the Brew-haha folks I got my playa name finally, Stray Dog. They fed me and I kept coming back.
Sadly I had to return today (Saturday) due to family obligations but at least I got to see the CORE burn and the Temple burn, met some great people, and best of all, now I finally understand. Nothing can prepare you, you really do have to experience it.
Thank you everyone! Playa hugs!
