Moment of Madness hits Splashy

I almost didn't make it.

There we were, Marco and myself - packing  his bakkie to head off to Underberg when clumsy old me smashed out his back window. With a beer pong table. After deliberating what we should do about the now shattered but still intact window - we came across the wonderful idea of duct tape.

Problem solved. Never, ever go anywhere without duct tape. Seriously.

We arrived at our usual spot, well almost usual spot ( our same pesky neighbours took our exact patch of grass and stone) so we moved 10 metres up the road, to a new spot and set up. The two of us spent a good three hours setting up our friends tents and gazebos, they still had to get off work. We did however spend two and a half hours setting up one tent, Matts. Wow, I mean he literally has the world's oldest tent. I am sure they used it when first arriving on African soil.

 

I could go into the obvious details about the incredible bands that played - including the talented Matthew Mole, or the inventive Jeremy Loops, or the enchanting Verandah Panda, but no, you know that by now. So rather let me tell you about the experience my fellow LM BOOGers and I had. Oh LM BOOG is the name of the group of gents that I am associated with to play golf, watch soccer, braai and occasionally lose a slap bet too. And we go camping. Blair, MArco, Matt, Jeff and myself literally spent a good portion of the festival talking rubbish, failing which we were missioning around the various tents. Well they often missioned, and danced in a circle, and when I tried to join in I was rejected, like a dirty hippie at a clean linen get together.

Anyway I digress. I have to say the RED FROG organisation tent was a beautiful thing for my dusty crusty eyes to see. Every morning we were met by amazing young men and women who gave us pancakes and coffee, played ping pong and joked about the night before. Magical stuff.

 

There were funny onesies, weird coloured eyes, flags of recognition and random people singing and playing guitar. Blair stuck a round LED torch on his chest and became Iron Man, apparently even flying around Splashy with the help of Marco and Jeff. Marco, strangely now likes everything American, I am not sure why... if you see him around, ask him.

Oh the stories we tell.. Dr Suess would have been proud.  Not like in a story telling way, but in a "What on earth did you do, and how can I get that kind of scribbling" kind of way.

Splashy Fen to me is about bonding. It's about midnight missions and daylight chill sessions. It's more than the music.

It's a soul search. And the compass is friendship.

 

On a side note - I wonder if anyone managed to finish the 610g burger challenge in half an hour? I am curious..

Here are a few pics!

Off to Splashy with Marco!

The broken window!!

 

( From the left corner going clockwise) Marco, Blair, myself, Matt and Jeff .

Getting our coffee and pancakes at the RED FROG tent!

Life saving food!

 

Campers galore!!

 

 

I can't wait till next year.

Thanks again to Pedro and the Splashy Fen crew for an amazing Splashy Fen!

 

Till next time,

Cheers

-Jason