I swore I wouldn’t do it again in favour of being bladder and chest infection free. I frickin' swore!
I also I swore I wouldn’t stay in a tent ever again.
But I did. I went to Oppikoppi. Again. And effing loved every moment of it, for the 2days and 1 night I was there.
This year I decided ‘prevention is better than cure’ and bought dust masks before we set out for Northam on the Saturday. Geek-alert! Even bought a nifty pair of lumo pink Wellies to combat the skin-severing thorns from the devil too.
Pity that said Wellies chaffed me around the calf so badly I still have a ring around both my calves. I don’t think that’s what Beyonce means when she sings “put a ring on it” do you? I had to resort to folding my socks over the top of the Wellies to protect half-raw legs.
Also came prepared with a 3-pack of ‘Sippy Cups’ (my yellow one, as pictured, top) which were soon allocated after arrival and christened with Red Bull Vodka’s. Pity the the cup tipping reflex doesn’t escape you when you drink from a sippy cup. In fact, when tipped the Sippy cup then spews the drink all over your chest. This equals looking like a completely mentally defective simpleton!
Anyhoo. Lineup was amazing. Watched aKing, who’s music I fall in love with more and more every time I see them live. Also watched the phenomenal 340ml, sans Tiago, (who was in Europe with Tumi & the Vol ahead of tomorrow’s Red Bull Sound Clash). They really were superb. Had us all jamming up a storm.
Cassette played an insane set that included their own rendition of the ‘Fresh Prince of Belair’ theme song. “Now this is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down. I like to take a minute, so just sit right there, I ‘ll tell you about how I became the prince of a town called Belair.” You know you know the rest!
The team and I and had an overall debaucherous time, which, as you well know, is, more than likely, a result of some debaucherous boozing. Meeting UJ DJ’s, fidgeting (ha!), dodging the ManBearPig, playing Utility Girl/G. I. JANE & carrying cases of stock and helping sort out Radio Broadcast signals atop a 4x4. Dancing atop said 4x4’s, watching friends attempt to squeeze ice cubes through the neck of a spring water bottle, us laughing at her. And me streaming at the team: “When I say ‘Oppi’, you say ‘Fokken Koppi’. Cl-ASS-y!
This year I was even lucky enough to be put up in the 0.5 star luxury of the Kreef Hotel so I even had a mattress. It also wasn’t half as freezing as last year and the toilets, though. Even got brekkie in the morn.
Wow. An overall much better experience from last year (although I preferred the set up in 2008). No Bladder infection. No almost pneumonia. Tick!
Still I’m keen to even hit ‘Rocking the Daisies’ in Darling in the Cape in October. If it was anything like Oppikoppi Smoorverlief, epic times are bound to ensue.
I also I swore I wouldn’t stay in a tent ever again.
But I did. I went to Oppikoppi. Again. And effing loved every moment of it, for the 2days and 1 night I was there.
This year I decided ‘prevention is better than cure’ and bought dust masks before we set out for Northam on the Saturday. Geek-alert! Even bought a nifty pair of lumo pink Wellies to combat the skin-severing thorns from the devil too.
Pity that said Wellies chaffed me around the calf so badly I still have a ring around both my calves. I don’t think that’s what Beyonce means when she sings “put a ring on it” do you? I had to resort to folding my socks over the top of the Wellies to protect half-raw legs.
Also came prepared with a 3-pack of ‘Sippy Cups’ (my yellow one, as pictured, top) which were soon allocated after arrival and christened with Red Bull Vodka’s. Pity the the cup tipping reflex doesn’t escape you when you drink from a sippy cup. In fact, when tipped the Sippy cup then spews the drink all over your chest. This equals looking like a completely mentally defective simpleton!
Anyhoo. Lineup was amazing. Watched aKing, who’s music I fall in love with more and more every time I see them live. Also watched the phenomenal 340ml, sans Tiago, (who was in Europe with Tumi & the Vol ahead of tomorrow’s Red Bull Sound Clash). They really were superb. Had us all jamming up a storm.
Cassette played an insane set that included their own rendition of the ‘Fresh Prince of Belair’ theme song. “Now this is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down. I like to take a minute, so just sit right there, I ‘ll tell you about how I became the prince of a town called Belair.” You know you know the rest!
The team and I and had an overall debaucherous time, which, as you well know, is, more than likely, a result of some debaucherous boozing. Meeting UJ DJ’s, fidgeting (ha!), dodging the ManBearPig, playing Utility Girl/G. I. JANE & carrying cases of stock and helping sort out Radio Broadcast signals atop a 4x4. Dancing atop said 4x4’s, watching friends attempt to squeeze ice cubes through the neck of a spring water bottle, us laughing at her. And me streaming at the team: “When I say ‘Oppi’, you say ‘Fokken Koppi’. Cl-ASS-y!
This year I was even lucky enough to be put up in the 0.5 star luxury of the Kreef Hotel so I even had a mattress. It also wasn’t half as freezing as last year and the toilets, though. Even got brekkie in the morn.
Wow. An overall much better experience from last year (although I preferred the set up in 2008). No Bladder infection. No almost pneumonia. Tick!
Still I’m keen to even hit ‘Rocking the Daisies’ in Darling in the Cape in October. If it was anything like Oppikoppi Smoorverlief, epic times are bound to ensue.
Much Love
H x
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