The weekend before last, we packed our bags and headed out of the city for another camping trip. We had hoped it would be a larger version of our “3 dudes, two tents” trip that Andrew, Nico and I did last year, but alas, everyone bailed and had lame excuses like work on weekends etc so we made a plan stan and hooked up the few we could and packed the van. We decided on the same place that the before mentioned trip happened at: Elandskloof. Whatawin.

Check it.

Nicky! Zeffer!

We were fortunate enough to have two of the most insane exciting women with us on the trip… Nicky and Kim. They did not disappoint and kept us close to dropping them off on the side of the road along the N4 for the entire way until they finally passed out.

Nicky and Narochelle!

We arrived near midnight and in true form, pitched some tents in the dark… Being the well prepared campers that we are this went suprisingly well… Except for Nicky’s tent. Luckily for the girls we picked a spot that sheep love, providing hours of pure unadulerated fun running around screaming.

Fail tent!

Sheep love!

When we woke the sun was baking down on our campsite… It’s really hard to pick a shady spot in the middle of the night! We moved our gear over to some shady trees beside the river and prepared for breakfast.

Moving skillZ!

The storm!

I cooked us up a storm with my camping flair (haloumi, fried tomato, scrambled eggs!), got us all fed and then we began doing nothing*.

Chilling…

At the river…

With Andrew…

And Narochelle…

And Kim…

And Nicky!

With clouds!

After a lot of nothing* Andrew “Avid Hiker” NoHawk convinced us to go on a hike. The girls made it about 500m before they were too exhausted. Being true gentleman, we left them and continued on our way. Someone had obviously walked the path before as we found a big hose and some Nicole propaghanda on a tree.

Hiking is fun!

Some hose…

Nicky in a tree…

In the words of Robert Frost, “Good fences make good neighbours”, and this had never rung a more true note than when we encountered a fence and a friendly gate urging us forward.

Good fence!

Badass.

Andrew assured me that anyone with an automatic weapon would never be able to hit us so we jumped the fence and continued onwards as good neighbours should.

Dundundun…

Dundundun…

Hah!

We made it a bit further up the mountain, had a beer, checked out some nature and then followed outdoor hiking rule number 1: don’t go hiking alone. With this in mind I left Andrew and made my way back to camp. He ended up making it “nearly” to the top of the mountain and took a pic of himself.

Natuurlik…

Oh hai Andrew…

“Almost” the top!

Doing nothing* was resumed and before long we were rocking out and making spectacles of ourselves. Whataparty.

Currie cup! Sy bly ‘n bul!

I got to practice my “You will die!” face!

Got milk?

Fresh farm milk, although it smells disgusting when fresh, smells like off cheese if you leave it in the back of a car in the sun for a day.

Gangstas! Nicky and Drew… Represent!

Yes! We camping!

Zing!

Dynamite! Oh Yeaaaah!

When we awoke on Sunday, Nicky’s tent was completely down and out, our campsite was in ruins and for some reason there was boerewors in our cool box. Another banging breakfast (haloumi, fried tomato, peppers, scrambled eggs!) was in order and Kim did the honours of braai’ing that disgusting sausage for the ladies.

Yes, Nicky is still inside that tent!

Brekers braai!

Kim knows sausage!

We packed up camp, checked out some clocks [some what?] and headed on home…

Narochelle and Kim sure can fit some junk in that trunk!

Got clocks?

Brilliant weekend, thanks guys!

And remember: Don’t stop in Witbank aka Emalahleni.

Witbank looks great!

Till next time!
^5!

Footnote: * drinking heavily.