Now us two c***s know a few things about camping. We’ve set
up tents in gardens, campsites, on roadside verges and at festivals around the
world. Practise makes perfect and we’ve got it down to a seriously fine art – 3
minutes is the record and I swear the tent wasn’t a pop-up (scouts honour). But
nothing makes the whole process fall apart quicker than camping with the
uninitiated…
Two lovely friends from my adventures in the UK had promised to come visit now that I was back home in South Africa and one slightly drunken evening credit cards were maxed out as they booked their flights and made true on their promise. Back in London they oscillated between excitement and panic, and were suckered into every vaccination available. Here in South Africa, the two c***s teamed up to create an itinerary to make any spread sheet using, ahead-of-time planner mist up with pride: A whip around of the people and places of Jozi, the traditional Cape Town experience and the pièce de résistance – four days in the Kruger Park. But they’d be doing it our way…which means camping.
