It was quite a drive from Inverdoorn or at least the last out crop we had been to, to Laingsburg and we ended up driving in the dark for the last part. I was pretty glad my co-driver was doing that as I was feeling pretty tired, not to mention the final part was back on tarmac and on the main N1 highway which has lots of trucks on it.
We arrived at our pretty B&B in the town of Laingsburg and we received a very friendly welcome and some wonderful home cooked food (oh my poor waistline!). Mai and I were sharing a room with the bathroom built into the room in basically a large shower cubicle (with opaque glass!). It was fine although you could hear everything!
The weather in Laingsburg was great the first day but then proceeded to rain for the last two days in the field. It was to be expected since it is winter down there. We did cut our days short to head into the dry but still managed to get enough from the time we did have up close to the rocks.
One evening we hired out the local auditorium at the Laingsburg flood museum. In 1981 Laingsburg was hit with a large flash flood that killed 104 people. The buildings, including our B&B, showed the flood mark – and it was high!
As you can imagine as you get to know the group better the nights got longer with drinking and on the second last night Paul and I cracked open the 18 year old Glenlivet we bought in London. The 1 litre bottle was demolished that night and it was lovely! The next night Dave taught us how to make Springbok shots – cream de menthe (green) then with an layer of Amarula cream liqueur (yellow-ish). The first one tasted of mint choc ice cream, but by the fifth they were sickly sweet! We had many laughs at people trying to make the best Springbok and avoid mixing of the colours in the glasses. All good fun but I felt much better post whisky night than I did post Springbok night!
We only had half a day in the field on the final day as most were flying out of Cape Town that night, some 3.5 hours away. Since we were leaving from the field I wore the trousers I was going to be wearing on the plane and put my waterproofs on to help keep them clean. Well that helped especially when the heavens opened but I forgot about the bottom of them that are nicely caked in mud still as I sit on the plane! We all got soaked and so did our hand luggage but we were still all cheery. The route back the airport was back along the N1 with all the lorries again, but this time with the spray as well. It was very difficult passing them especially as some cars didn’t bother with lights. We got there in the end passing huge vineyards. Surrounding the vineyards there was lots of poorer housing, probably the pickers, and people selling grapes at the edge of the road. Mind you when I say edge, they were practically on the road and you had to be careful not to hit them. We saw more baboons but still no chance of a photo!
Now just the long trip back to Houston, but well worth the effort. I will certainly go back for another visit!