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OUDRIF by Karina M. Szczurek

“The veld smells of earth, smoked honey and quiet content”

Oudrif. Oudrif. Oudrif. A spell. A promise. Every time my partner John and I are about to embark on another trip to Oudrif we keep repeating the word to each other with longing. He had been visiting the straw-bale cottages in the northern Cederberg for a decade before we met, and it was one of the first places we travelled to together when we became a couple nearly three years ago. It’s the only destination in South Africa we return to regularly, whenever we’re desperate to get away from the perils of everyday.

‘Our’ cosy cottage, the one hosts Jeanine and Bill Mitchell always reserve for us, awaits at the end of a long and winding dirt road which leads through fynbos country to the banks of the Doring River where the lodge is perched, overlooking the unpredictable river – silent after periods of drought and burbling with delight after rain. Cape leopards and aardvarks still roam this landscape and the veld smells of earth, smoked honey and quiet content. The light is kind here, the peace absolute. No cellphone reception, no Wi-Fi, no worries. The isolation is perfect.

Each time, Jeanine and Bill greet us with ice-cold beers and welcoming smiles. Delicious food and wonderful stories follow. Their knowledge of the surroundings is spectacular and their environmental consciousness something to aspire to. The place is totally independent of municipal electricity and water grids. Any negative environmental impact is kept to a minimum.

A mug of freshly brewed coffee on the stoep of our cottage gets us going every morning. After breakfast, there’s the possibility of a walk. Whether it is to see the rock-art sites nearby, or the chandelier lily in full bloom, or a flock of speckled mousebirds, the hikes are soul-restoring. All around rooibos is grown and every breath you take is infused with the soothing scent of the tea bush. The Oudrif hills speak of prehistoric times; each layer of dust and ochre records human activity and holds a different secret.

In the afternoons, after a light lunch, dry heat lures us back to bed and the setting sun invites us for a swim in the balmy water of the Doring’s rock pools. The laziness of those tipsy hours of sleep, lounging about, reading, sunbathing and playing Cribbage is priceless.

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