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Table Mtn’s secret forest camp
Orangekeloof is a restricted area near Constantia Nek of Table Mountain and is a favourite of the locals who tend to keep it a secret. You need a permit to enter it, and only a few people are allowed in every day. It shelters the oldest, and most intact indigenous mountain forest on Table Mountain. The first settlers chopped down most of everything else around the mountain, but Orangekloof was spared. Old yellow wood trees stand proudly alongside the Disa River, which flows from the top of
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On top of the world! Staying at the Overseers Cottage
Tonight we’re staying at the luxurious Overseers Cottage high up on the top of Table Mountain, above Kirstenbosch Gardens. It’s not something you’d expect to find on top of Cape Town’s landmark. Its not very wild, but hey...
It’s an old stone cottage that has been renovated, and is really comfortable and impressively fitted out. Comfy couches, a big fireplace (see pic!), hot showers, fully equipped kitchen, and several rooms with big comfy beds with big warm duvets and pillows. This cottage
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Silvery morning at Silvermine on Table Mountain
Woke up this Monday morning at Silvermine to a classic winter’s “sunny” day in Cape Town. No clouds, cold and crisp. After a cold night, I managed to wake up in time (!) for the sunrise at about quarter to eight, and I climbed to the ridge above the tented camp. As I got there, the sun was creeping up over the Hottentots Holland mountains. To my right was False Bay, and to my left was the back side of Table Mountain and Constantiaberg. In front of me lay the southern suburbs of Cape Town,
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First official night of Year in the Wild!
Last night was the first night of Year in the Wild! I spent it at the beautifully-built and conceived Silvermine Tented Camp on top of Table Mountain. It was a cold, clear night, with a moon rising above the city of Cape Town. Even though we are in the middle of one of South Africa's biggest cities, we could hardly hear the city below. Instead, the only sounds that broke the silence were frogs, crickets (I think they were crickets?) and the odd brave francolin which called out during the
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