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Friday, 31 July 2009

Olifants River Meander

Citrusdal

Citrusdal

The Olifant’s River meanders through the val­ley bring­ing life to the sur­round­ing area. Without the water this beau­ti­ful world of green, the heavy fra­grance of the cit­rus groves that greet you as you drive along, the proud farm­ing com­munity with the renowned Groen Vallei wines would cease to exist.

There are many beau­ti­ful vil­lages hid­den away, that offer warm hos­pit­al­ity to vis­it­ors. You can travel around the region for days and days and never get bored.

The majestic Cederberg moun­tain range towers over Citrusdal; the hub of the cit­rus grow­ing industry in South Africa. Only two hours drive from Cape Town ... Continued

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Article by: The Team @ SA-Venues
Thursday, 17 July 2008

The Cederberg

The Cederberg

The Cederberg

Many people remem­ber being a teen­ager with a fond, misty, sen­ti­mental look on their face. I for one am lucky to crack a grim­ace at some of the down­right out­rageous things I got up to dur­ing those years. Like the time my friends and I decided to go camp­ing in the Cederberg.

At the end of high-school, instead of head­ing to Plettenberg Bay, the age-old venue for school-leaving parties, we thought beat the com­mer­cial crowds and head straight to the heart of the wil­der­ness to live rough, drink hard and come back laugh­ing at the herds who had frittered away their first taste of post-school free­dom in a lame little hol­i­day town.

As it turns out, the joke was kinda on us. Certain things are high on the list of pri­or­it­ies. Making sure that all your tent poles are packed is not one of them.Tell this to a teen­ager and they'll scoff. As it turns out you can't pitch a tent with two poles miss­ing, as we found out that week­end. Which left us sleep­ing out in the open. This was great the first night, but when it star­ted rain­ing on the second, tem­pers star­ted to flair. After much swear­ing and moan­ing, we mira­cu­lously found a cave for shel­ter. In fact, my most beau­ti­ful memory of the Cederberg is fall­ing asleep in that cave, listen­ing to a water­fall cas­cad­ing nearby and wak­ing up with nature in all her awe­some splend­our, where the silence is so pure you can hear it, feel it and see it. Which didn't pre­vent me from get­ting a nasty bout of flu from sleep­ing the rain. Continued

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