Oh dear, oh dear! Trying to put this into the Gazette I found it empty. Obviously I never got round to writing up the story. Let's not despair, cast back our mind and get typing.
Stamvrugte is up there somewhere, Warmbath, go north-west and finally, if you don't get lost as some of the women did, you get there. It was dark by the time we reached camp and I remember it was a bit cramped, but we managed.
Next morning it was raining, but we came here for a hike so some of us went on a hike whilst others hung around and waited for our return. We had a lovely walk all along the top of the mountain. It wasn't too long and by mid morning the wet, but happy, hikers had returned to camp. Plans were now made to take all the cars and equipment over to the next camp, whilst a few, very few, said that they would do the hike come hell or high water (rain). The rain didn't last too long into the hike and it turned out to be very pleasant, except that we lost the path. Not a problem, we knew roughly where we were and which direction to take to get to the main track. We picked up the path from there again.
Entertainment for the evening was a pooitjie made by ??, I have forgotten. This, together with the mad hatter party, went down very well.
For the Sunday we took a short round hike, joined by most of the people. The argument of the hike was: 'did people in the old days live a better live?'. I said no, everybody else thought the good old days were better, less rushed. We couldn't come to any conclusion because we had to rush back to get into our cars and drive home.
Sorry I couldn't find any good pictures to go with this; unless, I just thought of this, I take them from the panel that Oscar has sent out. Oscar, you want mind? Will you?
Now you understand what was meant by the mad hatter party.