The start of the December holidays had me helping my fiancé Frikkie Le Grange pack his Ford Figo to the roof. We were young and enthusiastic about our first camping trip alone, without the comforts of my parents' off-road camper and its luxuries like a stove and fridge.
We were practically bubbling with excitement when we left that morning. These few days of camping alone required much planning. We had already purchased a tent, but that was the extent of our list. So we'd gone on a shopping spree to buy the other essential items, things like a fancy new folding table and a gas stove.
The car's interior was boiling hot – Frikkie had strict rules about
