Remember your Skaftien!
Like many South African families, mine is a padkos-loving bunch. Once, en route to Durban for a family holiday, we stopped a total of nine times to rip open the tin foil and Tupperwares and indulge in Oumaʼs padkos of blue-boiled eggs, cold boerewors and leg of lamb sandwiches – our favourite. We were a family of 25 travelling in two hired Sesʼfikile taxis living the real South African dream by the side of the road, to the envy of every passer-by.
Some of my best memories of holidays arenʼt necessarily the beach visit or the resort stay; itʼs that first roadside stop after weʼd left home. My dad would search for a well-shaded spot with intact cement benches along the N10 and my mom would serve sweet Cremora coffee from a leaky floral flask. Iʼm the youngest, so I got the lid as a cup. Weʼd sit in the warm December shade in jovial anticipation of the festive season moment signalled the beginning of the big unwind.
