My twin sister Sam and I rolled into the town tired. We were heading back to Stellenbosch after five days of rafting on the Orange River with friends, many of us prematurely celebrating our upcoming graduations. But after a late start and waiting at the border, Sam and I decided to night-stop while our mad friends drove late into the night.
Just off the N7, the town, which shall remain nameless lest we upset anyone, is roughly