It’s been almost two years since I was last in Grahamstown for the National Arts Festival and it was a lot colder then. Frankly I didn’t think Grahamstown was capable of temperatures higher than 22°C and found myself pleasantly surprised at my ability to roam around in a t-shirt and shorts without becoming hypothermic. Quite the contrary really, as we approached Grahamstown last Saturday the sun just seemed to get brighter and hotter with every kilometre till it eventually reached a torturous 31°C.
Eventually we arrived, and I got off the bus with a bag full of assignments and partially done laundry. My mind however had been depleted by the journey here from Cape Town, which is partially why I had such difficulty introducing myself and constructing complete sentences that morning. In what would seem a cruel twist of fate we still had to get on another bus and head to our campsite outside Umlambo. What was estimated to be an hour and a half drive became a three hour pre-Easter Egg hunt as the driver made a series of missed and wrong turns in search the campsite. I actually consider this as our first teambuilding exercise, once we realised the driver was lost we all started making calls and working together to get out of Kirkwood and to the campsite (approximately 40 minutes away). Not only that, but we managed a have a wide variety of conversations in all that time ranging from where we’re from, what uni we’re at, to who’d be at the ANC rally we just stumbled upon.
After many a windy and dusty road we eventually found our way to the campsite but that's one for another time