Last night I returned from OppiKoppi, South Africa’s largest and most legendary music festival.
“Oppi Koppie” means “on the hill” in Afrikaans.
About 20,000 of us gathered for three days on a dusty farm in rural Limpopo province. We listened to dozens of mostly South African musical acts of multiple genres; most of them were good, and some of them were outstanding. We camped out. We inhaled massive amounts of dust. We peed in prickly thorn bushes. We danced, and we got lost, and we walked, for miles and miles and miles. We did not shower. We made lots of new friends.
I don’t have the energy to write a detailed account of my oppi experience today. A longer post is coming soon. In the meantime, here are some shots I took on the first night of the festival. The lights were spectacular.
Eerie trees and lights, looking down on the main stage from the top of the koppie.
Watching a band from Joburg called Shadowclub.
Same act, different color.
Look carefully: The guy in the foreground has a scarf over his mouth. He’s trying to minimize his inhalation of dust. You can see the dust swirling in the light beams.
Same tree, different color.
A band called Taxi Violence.
Around the fire.
I’ll have more to say once the dust clears.