The steaming tar let off mirages between picturesque rolling hills as we carved our way to Riviersonderend. It was a split second decision (with my serious side needing a lot of convincing) that concluded with us heading through to RAMfest. If we hadn't bit the bullet, thrown all our festival things into bags and jumped into the car we would have done ourselves in. Not living.
After 2 hours of blarring my emergency roadtrip CDs we finally arrived at Circle of Dreams. I forgot all about small town living and got a quick reminder when passing through Riviersonderend. There wasn't a soul in town. All the shops were closed... not that there are many. Small towns manage to do brilliantly well at surviving on the bare necessities, a post office (letters are great, i love getting letters), a corner cafe (for the smokers among us and school kids wanting chappies), a petrol station (for those suffering from wanderlust) and a bottle store (in case you don't get those letters and the petrol's too expensive so you turn to a temporary escape). Don't get me wrong, I love small towns. You meet such interesting people with whole different viewpoints but I lived in a small town for too long and I guess I fell in love with the city... Anyway, I've sidetracked myself, we followed this White Polo from East London in the hopes that they were going to RAMfest too because signs weren't guiding us to our destination. Thank you Polo because a while down a dirt road and we were greeted by mellow ticket-people who led us to the festival.Having never been to RAMfest, I wasn't sure what to expect in terms of the festival goers camping arrangements and the usual festival worries. Seeing as we were just staying the night we chose the sleep-in-car option which was thankfully acceptable and hassle free at RAMfest. There were no specific parking areas and people were just setting up shop right next to their cars. Later we discovered why most festivals separate cars from camping...We parked super close to the main stage, grabbed a beer, tried to contain our causal excitement and wandered off to the show.
We arrived late on Saturday so I missed a lot of the shows I had wanted to see but we got into the vibe nonetheless We spent an incredible amount of time staring at Monster Energy trucks as they were being motor-crossed over. Not sure what you call that but anyway, people on bikes doing tricks over shit is always cool and it's cooler when there's monster metal music making fucking hardcore, mask-wearing sounds on the metal stage. (\m/) Read that however you like.
As the sun set it seemed to have taken some of our sanity with us... refer here to why people make you park your car far away at most festivals. Yes, we were the two stupid bitches driving the car around, hooting away (why?) whilst trying to find a spot with less electro bounce so we could eventually sleep. Our thoughts; 6AM would be a killer if we didn't sleep. After I'd almost succeeded in killing off 80% of the pedestrians, lovers making out in the headlights and coming close to stampeding into the merchant tent area, we realized that our search was in vain and returned to the old spot. I am truly ashamed for those actions and I hope that the couple still had a sexy night.
Photos & words: Danielle Olivier
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