For the long weekend in September, I had booked us in for a weekend at the SAN Parks camping area at Smitswinkel Bay. A glamping weekend.
I had made the booking in February via Cape Point Route as there was a discount special that was running.
We arrived on the Friday evening just before 5pm as the gates would be locked afterwards. In total there are 6 tents available and a communal boma which includes a kitchen and braai area. The allocation of the tents was on a first come first pick basis and we picked last. Our tent was closest to the boma.
Unfortunately over this weekend another family had taken the last remaining tents for a 50th birthday celebration. So we were rather the third wheel on the campsite and felt uncomfortable at times to make use of the communal areas.
The weather was not in our favour, and there was plenty of wind and rain.
On Saturday we spent most of the day inside the tent as my husband was ill. Him sleeping and resting, and I was reading and sleeping.
The excitement really intensified on the Saturday evening. We had made supper and climbed into bed. During the middle of the night there was a noise and a bang. We both sat upright and stared around the tent. Our bread had moved! It had moved from the middle of the tent towards the door. My husband looked at me and stated with complete seriousness, “Don’t even think of asking me to go out there to investigate.”
I can’t say that I blame him as there were no stars or moon to light up the deep darkness of the night.
In the morning, we compared sleeping patterns based on our fitness tracker. I had almost 9 hours sleep and he had only managed 2 hours. I tend to forget that my husband will protect me to the best of his ability, just not in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere.
Sunday morning we left before 8am. Both eager to get back to our home and bed.
