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Camping Etiquette: Essential Tips for a Harmonious Experience

Introduction from Helen
Camping—what’s not to love? It’s the ultimate escape from the frantic pace of modern life.
But let’s be honest—while most campers are delightful, there’s always the odd one who is thoughtless and does not consider his/her fellow man. That’s where a gentle nudge toward camping etiquette comes in handy. Not rules, exactly—more like friendly reminders that keep the peace and preserve the magic. Perhaps these reminders should appear in brochures, blogs and signs in ablution blogs and reception areas.
Cathy, our guest blogger, has penned a brilliant guide to the unwritten rules of the wild. Her tips are thoughtful, practical, and worth considering.

(Images are AI generated)

Camping Etiquette: The Unwritten Rules of the Wild
There’s a quiet code among campers—an unspoken agreement that we’re all here to enjoy nature, not to intrude on each other’s peace. Whether you’re tucked into a remote corner of the bush or sharing space at a bustling national park, a little courtesy keeps the experience magical for everyone.
These were rules taught to me by my parents—simple, thoughtful guidelines for camping that I’ve lived by through all my years in the bush. They shaped how I move through wild spaces: with care, respect, and a touch of old-school courtesy. But lately I’ve found myself wondering—are these still relevant? Or have we moved on from these quiet codes of conduct?

Remember Your Manners

Respect the Soundscape
Nature has its own rhythm—wind through the trees, the distant call of a nightjar, the soft crackle of a fire. It’s a symphony that doesn’t need a bass boost. Keep conversations gentle, music low, and save the dramatic retelling of your cousin’s wedding for daylight hours. Quiet hours aren’t just campground rules—they’re a kindness to the early risers, the light sleepers, and the wildlife who didn’t sign up for your playlist.

Listen to the sounds of Nature

Stay in Your Lane (and Out of Theirs)
It might seem harmless to cut across someone’s campsite to reach the ablution block or a friend’s site, but it’s a bit like walking through their living room. Campsites are personal spaces, even if they’re just a patch of grass and a folding chair. Stick to paths, respect boundaries, and if you’re unsure—circle wide. A friendly wave from a distance is always better than a surprise appearance next to someone’s kettle.

Teach your kids to respect the space of others

Leave No Trace (and No Toast Crumbs)
The principle is simple: take out what you bring in or dispose of it in the proper place. That includes food scraps, packaging, and the dirty water from your in-van shower. Wildlife doesn’t need our leftovers, and fellow campers shouldn’t have to pick up or clean up after you. Use bins, if provided, or pack your waste out. Bonus points for picking up a stray wrapper that isn’t yours—karma in the wild is real.

Keep your space clean


Share the Space
Campsites aren’t private kingdoms. Be mindful of how your setup affects others—don’t sprawl across paths, block scenic views, or monopolize communal areas like picnic tables or fire pits. If your tent looks like it’s auditioning for a glamping magazine, make sure it’s not encroaching on someone else’s peace. A bit of spatial awareness and a friendly hello go a long way in building a respectful camping community.

A considerate set-up

Nighttime Courtesy: Torch Use and Awareness
Walking at night around the camp demands a little extra mindfulness. A torch isn’t just helpful—it’s essential. It prevents you from tripping over roots or stepping on something far less forgiving, like a snake or a scorpion. But how you use it matters.
It’s too easy to blind other campers with torches that are waved around. The trick is to keep the light low, pointed at the ground, lighting your path without disturbing others. Headlamps are handy, but they require extra mindfulness—tilt them down and resist the urge to look directly at people while chatting.

Use torches thoughtfully

Fire with Care
There’s something primal about gathering around a fire—but it’s also a responsibility. Use designated braai areas, keep flames manageable, and never leave a fire unattended. When the embers die down, make sure they’re truly out. Our Tearful Bokkie may be fictional, but the risk isn’t.

Make sure campfires are properly extinguished

Hygiene Happens
Washing dishes at the tap, brushing teeth next to the water tank, leaving a shower stall swamped, or rinsing muddy boots and ground-sheets in the shower block? Maybe not. Use proper facilities, biodegradable soap, and keep shared spaces clean for the next person. If you don’t want to step in it barefoot, don’t leave it behind. And yes, that includes toothpaste blobs, hair in the shower drain, and rogue spaghetti strands.
Camping is about connection—with nature, with others, and with ourselves. A little etiquette ensures the experience stays wild in all the right ways.

Use the correct facility and leave it spotless for the next camper

The Nineteenth Two Oceans Marlin Tournament – Anglers Stories

These stories come directly from the anglers themselves with just the odd edit from me. The accompanying photographs are snapshots from cellphone videos, captured while the fish was in motion and the boat swayed with the waves so please forgive their less-than-perfect quality

Team Indigo, who caught the first marlin of the competition were the second prize winners.
Crew – Gawie Bruwer (Skipper) Peté (Jannie) Kotze, Werner Kotze,Lourens Odendal, Craig Jenkerson

Monday 3 March 2025

Chasing Dreams: My Journey in the Two Oceans Marlin Tournament

By

Peté (Jannie) Kotze

For six years, I have attempted to catch my first marlin in the Two Oceans Marlin Tournament. Would 2025 be the year my unfulfilled dream comes true?

Above all, I participate in this tournament for the fun and camaraderie, yet the desire to catch the elusive fish remains strong. Last year, I almost caught one, but it got away, and the sting of losing it was still sorely felt, especially as the crew did not let me forget it!

On the first fishing day of the tournament, we were finalizing the Cona position when the back-line went off. The skipper spotted a single working bird, and putting our lines out early paid off. We were close to the 45s, a bank 45 miles due south of Struisbaai. We got distracted on the way with a good-sized dorado at Halfway House, not expecting a strike just then.

We were unsure. It was too soon, and the pull was not so strong. Then the 80’ ‘Alutecnos started shrieking, and we were in business. What followed were majestic aerial displays, excitement, anxiety, and adrenaline, all keeping me fighting through the deep burn in my arms! May this be my first TOMT marlin, I prayed! Don’t let this be a repeat of last year’s loss! The fear of a recurrence kept me going.

Jannie working through the burn in his arms

The forty-nine minutes felt like an eternity. At last, Werner pulled in the leader. However, this black marlin had the final say. It kicked under the boat before we could properly remove the hooks. It swam off in the wake, released by the engine, still towing our precious pink and blue Cona!

Spot the bill of the marlin

My marlin bogey is off my back, but I already dream of the next and the next marlin. “Is this normal?” my wife asked. I nodded affirmatively.

My heartfelt thanks to my Indigo crew mates, Gawie (skipper), Werner, Lourens, and Craig. This one is for our dear friend Eugene, who passed away suddenly in January. His spirit was with us all the way on the boat.

Indigo flying the marlin flag

Team Dory, won first prize for measuring and releasing two marlin.

Crew Dudley Rosslee (Skipper), Emile le Roux, Chris Gillit, Andrew (Davy) Davidson, Johan van der Walt

Tuesday 4 March 2025

Dory’s First Marlin of the Tournament

By

Andrew Davidson

On the 4th of March 2025, Dory left Struisbaai harbour at around 06:50 and headed  out to the Halfway House area. This is a well-known fishing spot en route to the famous Alphard Banks, about 40 nautical miles east of Struisbaai.

Sea conditions were close to perfect, with a light swell and nearly no wind. Upon reaching the area, the team had their coffee and a light breakfast.

We had just started trawling and settling down for the day’s fishing, talking about how fortunate we are to have been a crew for the past nine years when we saw a black marlin coming from the port side.

It hit the  short cona, then immediately moved  to the starboard side long cona, striking it as well. The marlin then struck the long port side cona and moved away. During this, we continued trawling at about 8.5 knots, hoping to go “vas,” but it did not happen. The entire crew was happy to have had these strikes, but the marlin was not on yet.

We all thought the marlin had left us when the “Hongkong” cona was struck with a huge hit by the marlin.  It was game on. I was on the rod and got into the fighting chair and the fight started. We had the privilege to view a black marlin jumping out of the water and giving us an unforgettable show of its power and survival skills. The fish was about 350 meters from the boat at the back, fighting me with all its power to escape and get the cona out of its mouth.

After about 30 minutes, I retrieved most of the line the marlin took and we could see it behind our boat. My thoughts were that the fight was over, but the marlin had other ideas. As I got the marlin closer to the boat, it decided to take a deep dive straight down into the sea next to the boat. After taking line again, I managed to turn it around, and the retrieving process started again. This happened another two times before I managed to get the marlin next to the boat. Emile managed to get hold of the leader line and pulled the marlin next to the boat. Chris was the video operator, and Dudley kept the boat on course next to the marlin.

As the marlin was next to the boat, Emile and I managed to remove both hooks on the cona from the its mouth without any injuries to the fish. The black marlin was measured, and according to the tape, it was about 181 kg. We released it in good condition. We watched it dive under our boat towards the starboard side, and we had the pleasure of seeing it swim away.

The fish alongside the boat Orange band was assigned to this boat when they called in

This was the second black marlin I have caught at a Two Oceans Marlin Tournament, , but the feeling of absolute respect, power, and beauty of such a fish will never leave me. It is an indescribable feeling to have one of the fastest fish in the sea fighting you. The best feeling of catching marlin is releasing it and seeing the fish swim away uninjured and in good shape.

Dory flying the marlin flag

Thursday 6 March 2025

Dory’s Second Marlin of the Tournament

By

Chris Gillit

As a team we felt jubilant that Andrew (Davy), on Day 2 of the tournament had caught and released a 180kg Black Marlin. What were the chances that we could get a second one? 
Nobody had caught on Day three, but when Day Four greeted us with fantastic conditions, we decided we to go to our old hunting ground, the 12-mile bank, where we have had great success in the past. We reached the 100m contour and found shoals of mackerel like never seen before. We were convinced there would be a marlin in the area.  With no luck by early afternoon, we decided to go shallower and work some structure.
This decision paid off!   At 14:00, the Japan elastic broke, but alas, there was no hookup. We continued trolling and could see a marlin lit up and following the Japan, after two passes, the Captain Morgan lure was engulfed and we were on. This fish was angry and was jumping continuously as it headed for the horizon.
It was my turn in the chair. I have been trying for 14 years to catch a marlin and to say I was nervous is an understatement. My teammates were fantastic and with their encouragement the fight began. Again, with an 80 wide nearly empty I knew this was going to be a tough task.

The fish alongside – yellow band was assigned to this boat when they called in a hook-up


Fifty-five minutes later, we brought the fish to the leader. After a quick measurement, the tape showed she weighed around 220kg. We carefully removed the hooks and released her, watching as this magnificent fish swam gracefully away.

Stream Of Conciousness Saturday 28 December 2024

I am participating in Stream of Consciousness for the first time in a while. The prompt is ‘My Year

2024 – A Year of Change

The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

It can be long or short,one sentence or one thousand words, fact, fiction or poetry. Just let the words flow and stop when you’re done.

One thing is certain in life: Things will Change! No two years are ever the same. I have found this to be true throughout my life. Christmas as an adult was not the same as it was when I was a child. The way in which we have celebrated Christmas over the years has changed, too. It all depended on the age of the children/grandchildren and what had happened in everybody’s life during a particular life span. I tend to be one who goes with the flow and have welcomed and embraced the many phases that I have been through in life.

Looking back on my 2024 I realise that things have slowed down somewhat. We normally have a crazy year of travelling, visiting friends and family but this year has been different. Yes, of course, we have travelled but the pace has been so much slower. Ah yes, we are getting older! I am happy to say though, that we are in reasonable health. Neither hubby nor I have anything terminal! However, we have both made more trips to the doctor than in the past. I have had two attacks of diverticulitis this year, the most recent of which I am still recovering from. I also have some minor back issues but yoga is helping that. Hubby turned 80 in July so it is not surprising that he is slowing down a tad. Fortunately, he has no major medical issues but needs to take a few chronic medications.

It has also been a year of great change in the lives of our grandchildren. Grandson number two joined Youth with a Mission in Norway and has had some great adventures with them. Grandson number one has been living in Hungary for a year now and is doing well. Our granddaughter got married at Easter. Grandson number 3 had an amazing year at a post High School called Quest where he was physically, emotionally and spiritually challenged. During the course he travelled to different parts of the country, climbed mountains, forged rivers, captured wild animals for relocation, the list goes on. The experience matured him and in one year gave him invaluable life skills. Soon he will complete a deck-hand course and apply to work on super yachts. Oh to be young and adventurous again!

Granddaughter’s Wedding

In June Hubby and I enjoyed a two-week trip to London and a 10-day Mediterranean cruise with two of our daughters. It was idyllic and travelling with our kids was a very pleasurable experience and something we would like to do more often.

Dinner time on the MSC Splendida

Regular readers of my blog will know that for the past 10 years we have been on numerous caravanning holidays. The time has come now for us to sell our beloved Gecko and re-think how we will spend future holidays in game reserves. We could carry on a tad longer but on our last trip in August, I could see that Hubby was really struggling. I feel that he is doing it more for me than for himself and that he would be more comfortable with fresh linen and fluffy white towels. I would rather quit while we’re ahead than have something disastrous happen in the middle of the wilds where little help is available.

Our last trip with the Gecko

The little adjustments we have to make to cope with life as it progresses to different levels is all part of the journey. We will slow down but we will still have adventures and plenty of fun!