But how exciting it is to stumble off the already delayed Greyhound bus somewhere in the middle of George, knowing that you’re about to enjoy time at a campsite with friends and family. Before arriving from St.Francis, I made it very clear that a braai is very necessary for my single night of camping. My parents obliged, but not before I returned to the beach of my childhood: Vic Bay.
There is alot of fun to be had when its raining. Walk to the nearest shop and eat a magnum in the drizzle. Rub leaves from the campsite together to see if its those cool ones which form a lather like soap. Listen and watch the peacocks prance around. Look out for frogs beneath your feet and manually move them to a safer location where you won’t stand on them.