Two of our best friends, Brent and Nicola, came to visit us from Cape Town recently. I met Brent years ago through skateboarding, but kind of lost contact as we got older. We made contact again when Cara and I moved to Cape Town in 2013, and the good times proceeded to roll. They are two of the nicest, most generous, deepest thinkers, ethical livers, and best friends you could ever hope to meet. They only had a limited time here, so we tried to fit as much in as we could. The day after they landed, we took them to sleep overnight in Marble Baths Cave in the Drakensberg. We had perfect weather the whole way there and back. The rest of the time was filled up with conversation, coffee, dice games, a little bit of work, walks, samoosas and pizza. The time went way too quickly, but I guess that’s what makes times like these so meaningful. Read more further down …
These photos were all taken by Brent and Nicola, who are incredibly talented photographers, as well as being model humans.
Brent almost died crossing this river. I am, of course, joking.
Nicola is one lucky girl. Dayum.
I never know what to do with my hands.
A wild Brent appears!
You see this cave just as you get to the fern forest along the trail towards Marble Baths. I will sleep in it one day.
The Marble Baths are just down from the cave, and are mind-blowingly beautiful. In certain sections you can slide down the chutes. I’m not sure if the rock here actually has any marble in it, but in the sun it sure looks like it. Maybe it’s just super smooth from the force of the water running over it?
The remains of a crab. I can only guess that the baboons in the area catch and eat them.
An unsuspecting Cara, …
The water was not warm.
Inside Marble Baths Cave.
Making Rooibos tea with lemon.
Breakfast down at the pools; baked beans, muesli and mocha pot coffee. It was around this time that an old man walked down the path and up to us. We found out that he was German and 72 years old, and was just doing a day walk. You could see he was quite old, but he had serious mountain legs. It must have been about 9am, and the walk took us about 4.5 hours to get to the cave, so he must either have done it super quickly, or left super early. He spoke to us for a while about his extensive rock and mountain climbing experience, we helped him figure out how to turn the alarm off on his phone (maybe he did leave super early), and he carried on. His words just before he left: “I envy you. Your wives like to be outside and do things with you. They don’t like to sit in front of the TV eating sweets all day.” We were put to shame by this old man.
The crew. Walk together, rock (hehe) together.
The Molar, The Ape, and Ship’s Prow… I think.
Brent and Nicola. Bombshells.
Walking back into Injisuthi camp.
Some photos from the other days they spent with us, in the Midlands, where we are currently living …
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
This is the tree we got married under.