Ah, Cederberg Memories... @dylanjcloete @andrew.venter @spencer_jooste @gregashleycooper @hannah_ashley_cooper @_charles.murphy_ @danny.mton @caleb_ashley_cooper Remember this?
All because (reportedly) a Namibian wanted to burn his toiletbpaper... We were woken up at about 3am by someone from the nearby dorpie told that the fire, which had been burning for a few days, was coming down the mountain!
We sprung into action and everyone jumped in to help pack up the camp/base where we had been sleeping and moved to a clearing just outside the town, where we watched the flames creep down the hill and eventually burn the very tree we had been sleeping under.
From there we were told via radio (After a few hours of little instruction) to hike out, away from the fire. We then hiked for about half an hour before being told to return out of fear that the fire might catch up to us--At least in the town there was an adequate clearing. (On the road/trail there would be no such luxury.) We returned to clearing by once more were we kicked off our bags and watched helplessly from the rocks as the fire grew nearer, unsure if there was any help on the way!
It was at this point that headquarters radiod and told the base staffvto start evacuating us in the two Bakkies on site to a point out of the fires's immediate reach. From there we had tovhike the rest of the way. (This was not done before as there were too many people, and so some would have to wait to be relayed out of the danger zone.) Thus was a welcomed change as there was no something new could do to help our situation.
Eventually we managed to reach the evacuation point where we first took a swim under a nearby bridge. (This was smething I had never imagined myself doing having seen so many almost identical spots along the R300!
When I returned home and retold our story countless times it felt almost surreal... A part of me still has a hard time believing it!