WIN! a weekend’s accommodation at Mountain View Inn, including a guided tour of the Walter Battiss Art Museum & The Somerset East Museum AND a private evening performance by renowned musician Gerrie van Wyk, the complete prize valued at more than R3500.
This is how:
(1) read this post
(2) Find out what artist Walter Battiss called his imaginary island.
(3) In the comments section on this post leave your answer to this question: ‘What did Walter Battiss call his imaginary Island-Republic?’
Entries close Monday 20/08/2012 at midnight.
Winner announced on Tuesday 21/08/2012 on Kingfisher FM‘s Big Breakfast.
Breakfast at Mountain View Inn is a festive affair, much like supper was.
Dafre, the owner joins us.
Her pharmacy is right around the corner.
She came earlier to say good morning, attentive to all our needs & comfort.
Conversation is easy.
Leaving Mountain View Inn is slow.
After breakfast we pack our bags & load the Chrysler Grand Voyager.
We’re off to ‘Die Lapa‘ at Skietfontein, later today.
But first we’re going to visit Festah & her family at ‘Die Kaia‘.
We want to see what she has on offer in terms of accommodation & activities.
Beautiful bush tents.
A huge caravan & camping site.
On the river’s edge.
The little Fish River.
What we discover is a beautiful woman with a love of nature & a deep creativity, explored amidst many other things.
Festah shows us where the eagles nest.
And the ducks.
She talks of how ‘Die Kaia‘ developed into a popular picnic spot for locals.
Of the camping site & bush tents & how she hopes they’ll be enjoyed by city dwellers who desperately desire to get away from the city bustle.
A tasty biltong ‘potjie’ is lunch.
We walk along the river’s edge.
Earlier we visited the Walter Battis Art Museum.
We learnt of this eccentric artist’s imaginary ‘Fook Island’ & the children beg Festah for empty pages they could fill with Fook-writing.
They’re inspired by his eccentricity.
His ability to retain his childhood deep into old age.
I’m impressed by Geritwyn.
She’s been with the Somerset East Museum for 23 years.
She takes the children from room, explaining every little detail with care & excitement.
She shows Pippin her rose-leaf jam.
She takes me to the ‘Slachtersnek Exhibition’, explaining the history of failed ‘Afrikaner Rebelion’ against the English.
Perceived Devine intervention.
How filled our history is with strife, disappointment & battle.
How immense our future could be if we were to learn from it, embracing & enabling each other.
We say our goodbyes to Festah & her Kaia.
Make our way through stunning farmland to ‘Die Lapa‘.
The Karoo is wet & green from uncommon winter rains, each little river crossing flowing slowly, taking life to natural life not known in many places.
It would be a pitty if Fracking takes this away from us.
As the Chrysler Grand Voyager bring us over a rise & we start a slow decline a brightly colored ‘Windpomp’ (wind operated water pump) greets us in the distance.
And then a village, hidden amongst the mountains.
Little wooden cottages scattered around the ‘town centre’.
A large shed with a massive fire-place.
Smoke reach for the sky from chimneys.
The muddy obstacle course, paintball field & horses beckon our children & fill them with excitement for the next day’s adventure.
We find our rooms.
And then the fire-place in the middle of this village’s ‘city hall’.
Jannie & Wilna talk of how ‘Die Lapa’ came to life.
A caravan under a tree.
A first wooden cottage.
A handful of hunters seeking respite from the relentlessness of life in winter fires & warm black coffee poured from a blackened pot boiling in orange flames.
There are other guests as well.
Hunters from Cape Town & the Swartland.
Visitors from Gauteng who love the Karoo & desire to create something they do not understand yet.
Supper is simple & exquisite all at the same time.
Jannie & Wilna’s love for this part of the world translated into meat & salad & potato dish.
The children laugh from the room next to ours.
I hear them talk of what they’ll do tomorrow.
The excitement is contagious & throughout the night my dreams are filled with us, our weird Tribe, doing stuff together.
It is in the doing together that we become.
In the experiencing.
In the tasting of life.
And then it is morning.
Day 9 of our ten-day trip exploring the Blue Crane Route.
What an experience.