The Drakensburg: Cleopatra Mountain Farmhouse

Post no.1 of my travel bucket list.

I love the mountains: the beautiful views, the last rays of the sun as they peep through the peaks, the shadows and the serenity that comes with being surrounded by such magnificence, cutoff, disconnected with the rest of the panicked world.

They remind me of my mother’s home, where the trees are a folk tale grey, the water clean and clear, the air fresh and crisp.

Where to stay:

The Drakensburg Sun

Champagne Sports Resort

Memories: reading romance novel after romance novel with the late afternoon sun streaming into our room. Eating as much Trout as I can possibly eat. I think I might have OCD or some kind of extreme personality disorder, if I really like something, I’ll eat it till I can’t stand to even see it in front of me. So I’ll have Trout stir-fry, Trout on its own, Trout with noodles, Trout with garlic, Trout without garlic, Trout with lemon only…uch! Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. Going to one of the little farm town churches on Christmas day and one of the kids (getting all bored with the Christmas service length and pomp) waiting for absolute silence to announce: “I want lunch”. Father Christmas landing in a chopper! Chimney’s are so last year, lurvs it. Boat rides and leisurely strolls with my mummy. My sister, hmmm…she’s usually still taking a bath, getting dressed, or preparing to watch the footie. Leisurely strolls are no match for Cesc Fabregas or Fernando Torres! Signing up for early morning hikes and then not waking up on time. Signing up for some Karaoke fun and again, finding something way better to do than to embarrass myself in front of all the other guests. My sister loves them though, says they’re really funny. I much rather prefer game time at the pool, but we all know that this is just an excuse for me to lie by the pool and drink Margarita’s, I suck at Bingo. Locating the waiter, now that’s Bingo! Finally, to hoping that my mom does not scrutinize that bill*looking upwards for divine mercy*.

Next:

Cleopatra Mountain Farmhouse.

What will I eat?  
Country kitchen delights  
6 course dinners   
Local produce: just makes me think of my mom’s veggie garden. I will NOT be eating Trout.

What will I do? 
Read   
Spend time in the underground cellar ;-)  
Walk, I can’t afford to have all that food fill out my hips. I don't want to look like I'm about to have a food baby. 
Horse riding– no, horses can smell fear a mile away and after what happened to Superman, I’ve never looked at horses the same again *side eye*.   
Biking: definitely.  

Bushman Rock Art – maybe. 
Helicopter ride – maybe.   
Sign up for the cookery course – Miss T would be so proud; this would finally ‘up’ my lobola.

What will I wear?

Photos {http://www.cleomountain.com/}