Roses are red, violets are blue, and the flowers in Namaqualand this time of year are yellow, pink, purple, orange and pretty much any colour you can think of! No one said poems have to rhyme, but all the people who made it out to the Namaqua Flower Festival near Vanrhynsdorp over the weekend had a really amazing time.
This small, but unique festival, organised by the No Danger Diaries Crew in memory of their late friend is in it’s 5th year, and each year attracts around 250 of like minded adventure seekers keen to chill out in the beautiful surroundings that Namaqualand has to offer, do some trail running, and have a little jol on the Saturday night, as well as take part in some of the fun activities the organisers have added to the event.
Having heard about the epicness of this weekend for the last couple years, there was no way I was going to miss out this year, and decided to ditch the bike for a couple days in a trade off for some trail shoes and a tent, sleeping bag, and some quality people. The good folk at Imeprial Select helped me and my friends get there in style once again in a Renault Grand Scenic which had more than enough space for all our camping gear. We arrived late and had to set up camp in the dark, but awoke the next morning bight eyed and ready to tackle our trail runs.
Now for those of you who don’t know, I don’t run, ever! So you will be as surprised as me to know that the 21km, which also happened to be the furthest I’ve ever ran in one go, ended up with me finishing in 2nd place! Quite a nice surprise actually, although I am paying for two days later with some rather sore legs! It was a really tough route, and injury was high up on my worry list, but pacing myself and running conservatively on the technical parts paid off.
The absolute highlight though, was the prize giving. By no means is this a serious event, and although the winners were acknowledged, more emphasis was placed on people receiving prizes for crazy things that happened or that they could do. These included hand stand competitions, poem recitals, interesting talents, wheelbarrow races, and fines for those who deserved it. Needless to say that when they offered a prize for the the worst/best tan lines, I won it hands down and had the whole crowd in hysterics!
So with a spit braai for lunch after the run, guided bush walks, star gazing and daisy yoga filled the rest of the gaps. Saturday night was made festive by a huge bonfire, and a pretty on it band called Pravda playing electro-gyspy-swing to get us into party gear for the night where a few beers were used for replenishing glycogen stores.
I’d say it was a winner of a weekend. And maybe I should run more hey?
The next post will be cycling related. Promise.
Until then, keep it rubber side down!