The Red Indian style teepees set in a semi-circle, on real grass, the bonfire in the centre, the beach in full view….whatever last minute doubts that I had about the trip were all erased. After giving a quick snack to the kids, most of us changed into their bathers and I ran along with the kids to the inviting beach. I headed out to the sea wanting to relieve myself of the dust and the grime of the city. What took me by surprise were the huge waves and a powerful undercurrent, so initially I was hesitant to let go of the safety of the shore. But after a while I ventured in, not minding the waves crashing into my face, throwing off my goggles or lashing out at my hair. I gulped air and water, had a short coughing bout, got my neck sprained with one sudden wave, but I just went along the flow, sometimes swimming and yet sometimes surrendering myself to this force of nature. At the same time we had to keep a good watch on all the kids to make sure they were safe, and even after a long workout with the sea, we weren’t satiated! The hours passed swiftly, the sun started setting and I ran back to the teepee to grab my phone and get some nice pictures in the beautiful light and setting.
One of us had the foresight to book a table at a nearby restaurant called Le Stoep which judging by the crowd building up outside was a very good idea. Food was fresh and of excellent quality. We ordered a good mix of meats with salads and then washed it down with a jug of sangria. There I bumped into another friend who had camped the night before with her family. And this was real camping which included pitching their own tents, carrying their own sleeping bag, provisions, food. The best part was that they had managed to fit everything into three haversacks and looked pretty fresh after having a good night’s sleep. I guess we need to have a few more camps before we can even attempt to look like that.