In search of the perfect camping spot, we stopped the car by a mountainous lay-by. We trekked around the tall trees and rocky slopes, taking care to avoid the backbreaking rocks. We suddenly became alert as the sand of water trickles onto our radar. Basic bushmen instincts pushed us to follow the alluring sound of fresh water. As we neared the source, our shoes began to complain of the dampness, my wellies on several occasions stubbornly stuck its heels in and refused to travel any further, leaving my exposed foot dangling in the warm air. Eventually we listened to our shoes and turned to drier ground. Climbing higher, everytime, tiptoeing on the shoulders of the grand rocky structures, trying to see what they could see. As we scrambled to the peak, exhausted, the rocks lets us
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