Spot the problem!?
We went camping this weekend. A lovely enough spot in the Biedou Valley, which is run by a delightful German couple on a working sheep farm. The campsite and chalets have been beautifully done and set alongside the Biedou River. They have done wonders with a large farm dam with a massive wooden deck set under trees all trailing weaver nests with a wonderful view of the surrounding mountains.
Perfect really! Well, that is if you manage to stay there all on your own! We had the benefit of that for one night and one full day (see pics). All was good, all was calm.
And then the masses descended. Thanks to fairly significant roadworks all along the route from Piketberg, anyone leaving Cape Town at about 5pm is only likely to reach the farm at about 10pm at a push. About 6 cars pulled in. Occupants slammed doors, shrieked with laughter, and settled in to their respective chalets scattered around (one suddenly became aware of just how cramped together they all are). They then opted to settle in for a little party in the one chalet right behind our campsite! They guffawed, chatted, shouted, swore and had a merry old time until about 3.30am, at which point Warren got up and asked them if they could possibly keep it down…
How bizarre that people are so short-sighted and downright selfish! Surely when you seek out a place so remote you have the same desire to enter a place of peace and quiet and to respect other people’s wish for the same?
The lesson here is to really look really really hard for places that are truly off the beaten track. Ideally where there is only one campsite, or where the campsites are spaced well apart (at least about 500metres or more from the next one).
A tall order, I realise.
But why, oh why, would anyone WANT to set off on a camping trip (with the express purpose of being in the sticks and enjoying all it has to offer) only to find yourself squished up, getting up close and personal with a gaggle of strangers?