Grr…so many photos and the app has chucked them in all out of sequence. Oh well…*shrug*
From the 30th till the 4th Nicola and I headed off to her 2nd big Voortrekker kamp at Venterskroon.
She did the Junior Cook badge and I threw my lot in with the kitchen again. You might be right if you’re wondering why I would do that to myself again after the previous camp where I worked like a galley slave, and you’d be partially right…only I still feel she gets more out of this experience if she doesn’t have me hovering around in her course, plus I had it on good authority that this kitchen was run considerably better than the previous one (it was).
Also I am currently operating under a personal amount of stress and pressure that might make cooking for 450 people seem relaxing.😉
Anyhoo, on with the photos!
The top one is of where the kids wash their own dishes (with varying levels of success).
My partner in crime at the kitchen and coffee station. We shared a lot of laughs and squeezed every last bit of fun out of this experience that we could.
It was an absolute hoot!
Nicola and her bestie. If you’re wondering about the hats, the camp allocates a specific colour to each group and you have to wear it. This way it keeps the sun out of your face, you write your name on it so it also serves as a name tag, and it’s easy to spot anyone who has wandered off from where they’re supposed to be.
I wore mine mostly strapped to my apron since I established in day one that hats give me head aches.
Dishing for the masses.
The easiest way to stir a giant pot of porridge is with a whisk attached to a drill!
Stirring…lots of that going on.
Andries – the master chef. Cooking in bulk can sometimes lead to bland, but I have to say every single meal was delicious!
Hats in action.
Bestie at our tents.
There is almost no signal in the crater (Vredefort dome), so if someone comes across some bars that spot quickly becomes very popular.
The Grade1s and some of the grown ups slept in dorms, everyone else pitched a tent.
As you can imagine that means a lot of tents. It can be tricky to navigate for the first few days until you pick some landmarks.😉
What we pack for one night away is more or less what we pack for 5. Obviously most of our stuff isn’t clothes.
Nicola’s group in action.
My pink terrorist…oh! Guess what?! She’s done with her pink phase. Her new favourite colour is black.
Pudding cups stampede.
The girls handing out apples.
This group of youngsters were called Taakmag. Shame, they worked very hard. It was nice to see them relaxing a bit too.
Anna, aka the hat pimper. Every morning she handed out a new hat embelishments for the adults.
In search of signal, not actually taking a selfie with the loo in the background.
The characters for the campfire concert. Shifo (skuifel), Po (poot) and the crocodile bandit (kwaai).
My smoking buddy. We have to smoke skelm on these camps.
Yolandi and I, making a vast amount of pudding…while having some ice lollies.
The camp leader and her grandbaby.
Love this shirt haha.
No drinking on this camp. When I got home, I jumped in the warmest bath I could stand…and then treated myself to a sort of nightcap before sleeping the rest of the next day and a half.
Nicola and myself.
The kids kept their room spotless for inspections. They got rewarded beans for any good behaviour, and the group with the most beans at the end of the camp won a trophy.
Nicola and L-bestie!
Poot and Kwaai.
The best potjie I have ever tasted…ever!
Other than working in the kitchen, Yolandi and I also took care of the coffee station – a very popular table in a place where everyone functions on little to no sleep.😉
On average the adults had 12 pots of filter coffee (1.7 litres each) and about 2.5 urns of instant coffee a day.
My cutie pie.
Yolandi and Chris’ tent turns into a spider when you take it down.
We named our tents (as you do). Theirs was Die Tabernakel, and mine was Die Driebeen Skilpad.
Some of the rice for a meal.
Silezia having her chin tickled.
Sticky vetkoek fingers. T kept all the kitchen stock in order, not a small task by any means.
First day selfie compared to last day selfie shows a bit of wear and tear.😉
One of the kichen geniuses made banana bread from some over ripe fruit. No bread pan? No problem! We Mcguyvered some from empty milk boxes.
Nicola and L at the Tabernakel.
All the banners!
Every group got 30 minutes a day at the pool.
Oh and some of Yolandi’s photos below. See, I was also there!😉
Oh and this photo! I love it…this is how I feel about chopping tomatoes with blunt knives. You might as well just beat them up with a spoon.