The Pleasant Festival Experience


Finally, I am able to write about one of my favourite things in the world….festivals. In this case, getting all prepped and organised (another of my favourite things to do). I have been to 4 “stay-over” festivals so far and I tend to learn (and sometimes forget) so many things…all these things that I thought I’d share with all you festival newbies/festival veterans.


Every year I come across new things I would have done so much better off WITH and things I would have done so much better off WITHOUT. Over and over I have rocked up at a festival with far too much crap – and you have to carry all this stuff all the way to your campsite from your car which is usually…a moerse trek.

My first ever festival was Rocking the Daisies 2014. What a weekend! What an experience. But being my first festival, I obviously had no idea what to expect or what to prepare for (or not prepare for). Essentially, if I had to sum it up…all you need is a tent, sleeping bag, cooler box, a warm top (it can FREEZE at night), your bikini, a towel, wet wipes, sunscreen, basic food (because you WILL end up buying food there and maybe 2 outfits.

But of course, we don’t live in a perfect world and as a female…there is NO way I will be leaving with just those items. But, I have learned that there are some things you JUST DONT NEED. Luckily though, there is a way around this – and it means you won’t over pack AND you’ll get to take all your bindis, glitter, bikinis and festy fairy outfits you think you’ll be wearing!

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First thing I noticed was that I really, always packed way too many outfits. For a 3 day festival (especially if it’s summer) you literally just need a dress (easy peasy for when you want to have a quick swim), maybe 2 pairs of shorts and 3 different tops (you will literally just be walking around in your bikini and shorts all day). Then as for the evening, I packed 2 pairs of tights (I find jeans too uncomfortable to party in) a light/thin long sleeve top/jersey (even though it’s cold when you walk from tent to tent, dancing heats you up a hell of a lot) and a warm jacket (I always stick to my trusty denim jacket). Shoes-wise, I took an old pair of ankle boots from Cotton On for the evenings (they look great with leggings and keep the dust out your shoes and socks) and a pair of slip slops (even though I literally went everywhere barefoot because keeping your shoes safe when you dancing in the sand becomes a hack).
Last year at Daisies I was so thankful I took my beanie with for the evenings as it really does get cold and it keeps your hair at bay without having to tie it up all the time (and obviously Cape Town is city of wind).
When it comes to food and drinks…pack enough snacks and food but don’t pack as much alcohol as you THINK you going to need….trust me…you won’t. All festivals I have gone to, I have always taken too much alcohol. Im talking like, I rock up there with say 4l’s… I come home with 2l’s (and noooo you not going to use it at other parties or the next jol…you will end up throwing it out).

There are millions of other things I could tell you to remember but I’m sure not ALL of you are too useless at organising 🙂 So instead, I found this cool list to make things a little easier for all you Festival Fairies and keen Festival New-Comers.                                           Note : What I would NOT take from the following list would be a mini fan, a grill (many festivals don’t allow these), silverware (just take plastic…cheaper and lighter to carry) and for obvious reasons…grill food. Unless of course they mean “Grill” as in the illegal substance, then no…DONT take that either…security and drug checks are a real thing people!


Party with the right people. Go with people you trust. LOCK YOUR TENT. Take tons of water (some festivals don’t always sell water). Don’t accept drinks from ANYONE…sadly not even the people you feel you may be friends with. Be alert. Take too many photos!!! And have a cracker of a time.

Happy stomping all you lovely readers xx

Blessings, Roxanne!!!





Our Chasing Cars Roadtrip (Part 1)

Personal, Travel

This is one holiday my mind always goes back to and my heart always longs for. The holiday I went on a roadtrip with the love of my life who also happens to be my best friend.

It all started with wanting to go camping in Hogsback for a night or two. Then my dad jumped in and said, “Or…why don’t the 2 of you do a camping roadtrip up around Lesotho to the Drakensburg then back again. You can take mom’s kombi too. It’s perfect to travel in.” It took no convincing at all for Sean and myself to decide…That’s exactly what we want to do!

After months of anticipation, planning and excitement…we had planned out a route that would take us through Graaf-Reinet, Gariep Dam, Goldengate National Park, Drakensburg, East London and back home. My mom’s old model VW kombi was packed with all our camping gear, food and supplies…and we were en route to our first destination – Graaf Reinet. IMG_3741.JPG

I never actually realised how beautiful this little town is. It is clean, the people are friendly and it holds so much history and culture. We stayed for 2 nights at Profcon Resort, a little campsite in town. There was a lovely gazebo provided on our campsite and had clean ablutions, hot showers and a swimming pool (which we used VERY often). Whilst we were there we took a drive up to Camdeboo National Park to see The Valley Of Desolation – how remarkable. Just another part of South Africa where God was showing off His divine majesty. We also got to explore an old military museum in the town centre. All of these activities were always followed by a swim in the pool to try rinse off the blistering heat of Graaf Reinet. This was also where Sean and myself had to stock up on a cooler box, ice, a fire grid, pins for the tent and camping chairs – because we are idiots and forgot some of the vital items needed for camping. But hey, live and learn.



On our way to Gariep Dam we decided to make a quick stop in Nieu Bethesda to see the infamous “Owl House” which I had written an exam on for my first year in English. I had always wanted to see it so Sean agreed to stop off (even though it took us on an hour long detour). It is a lovely, quaint little town with an artsy vibe you can’t ignore. The “Owl House” though, I would not say is as bubbly as the word “artsy”, more creepy actually. Alas, creepy or not, I believe this house is something any tourist or “lover of beautiful things” should see. All I know is, Miss Martins (the deceased owner of the house) must have been cooked!IMG_3885


We left Nieu Bethesda and headed for Gariep Dam, we stayed here for 2 nights. Hot is not the word I would use – Blistering? Searing? Sweltering maybe? But, despite the heat, we were luckily traveling quite early in December so the campsites weren’t too busy yet. This left us with a great amount of options, including sites with massive trees which shaded us from the sun. While we were there, even though it was what felt like 45 degrees, Sean and I went on a little hike around the dam. The dam was sadly very very dry. Though this did give us more space to explore and gave us more of an idea on how desperate this part of the world is for water.

I think my favourite part of our time there had to be the one night where we just could not sleep because it was just too hot. So Sean and i got our swimsuits on and decided to go for sneaky midnight dip in the pool. I was standing outside the tent waiting for Sean to zip the door closed when something told me to look up – I should thank God every day for making me look up that evening – to behold something so indescribable. The black sky was lit up by millions, billions and trillions of stars. The sky was so clear you could see the milky way spread up above and over our heads. As though this evening could not get any better and could not be more blessed – We were walking hand in hand, both of us looking up at the sky and talking of it’s excellence, a shooting star shot straight across the sky. We both saw it. Together. How many people get to say that? It’s these little brilliant moments in my life I could cling to forever. It brought the biggest smiles across our faces and I remember just looking to my side, to this divine human being I was walking with and I leant over and gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek and I squeezed his hand. It is so odd how that sort of thing can make you all gooey inside. The stars I tell you, they are the most romantic thing.




I’m going to leave this post there for now. I could write about it forever and a day. So I think it’s best I break it up into parts.

Watch this space for more stories on our unforgettable adventure


Love, Light and Blessings



Living in The Mother City

Personal, Travel

2015 has most definitly been one of my better years.

Falling in love with someone that makes me feel a new sense of thrill in life, making friends I don’t think I will ever forget, studying something I absolutely love and enjoy, going on adventures I think about everyday and of course…living in one of my favourite cities.


Cape Town is one of the most sought after cities in the world with it’s lush greenery, the magnificent mountain ranges, constant flow of “things to do” and its well known reputation for being one of the ‘vibeiest’, cosmopolitan spots around. It has clean water (clean enough to drink) and well maintained roads. Though this city indeed does have all these much wanted characteristics. It has its weaknesses too.

Constant traffic, lack of parking then paying criminal prices for the parking you MIGHT find, the cliques among the people that live there which are hard to avoid, the constant feeling as though you need to dress or look a certain way and just the general expense of living in such a profound city.

Just little things. Those little things that can put you in a small period of rage or make you feel irritable or even sad.

No. These things do not make me dislike this beautiful city. I’m not sure anything could ever quite do that. But little things I think this world could do without.

All in all though…it boils down to what you allow in your day to day schedule. The people you surround yourself with. The places you choose to go to. It can, in the end, all be avoided too. That’s what’s great about the city…it is your oyster…you have options, copious amounts.


I love living here. I don’t like being away for too long. If there is one thing I can say about The Mother City, is that God sure spent a heck of alot of time in creating it. The mountains, the ocean, the beutiful vegetation, the stunning beaches…it all boasts about its Creator. Everywhere. All round you. All the time.

Last year, 2015, Cape Town was good to me. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me there this year.

God Bless!