I am an avid camper, a fan of informal camping. Informal camping is basically what camping really should be. It is devoid of the wannabe nature of sharing a camp-ground with other people, and pretending to be out in nature while there are really toilets and showers 50meters behind you. The definition of a camp (army camp, mine camp, construction camp…) is a location where you temporarily set up a base of operations for living and sleeping, eating and medicating, washing etc in that area. The area is usually far from anything, and requires you to carry, erect and operate your own infrastructure. That is camping, the way I like it, and the way I do it with a friend, Tiaan (Will link to him when he makes up his mind on his new blog), in the Karoo.
Followers of this blog will remember that I lived in the Karoo on a farm for some time, after which we started looking at buying our own farm. We now live on that
I feel like I am camping, permanently. Gas is used to cook my water, and I braai on temporary stone-built ovens/braais. We saw planks by hand on self-made pedestals/worktables, and pick our olives by hand. We avoid scorpions at night by wearing boots, we use torches as much as city-kids use cellphones. I am getting used to the stars, and their locations between the trees every-night, enough so to almost tell time. Since we extract our own water, and ultimately have to ‘store’ it in the septic tank, we use water wisely. High drain electrical appliances like the vacuum cleaner or drill is used in well-timed hours of the day. I feel like it’s a camp, it feels like camping.
When I got to work this morning, my jacket smelt like the smoke from a tiny olive-wood fire I made (for a coffee
Stay tuned for the real camp-man, Tiaan, as he sets up a new outdoors life brand blog. I will share the link!