Before I write any post-Koppi band reviews, share any camp stories or post any pics, I need to get this emotional burden off my chest.
I have lost a friend. A companion that has not only been with me for so many years, but one that really saved my ass on several occasions.
You have been with me to my very first Oppikoppi Festival in 2011, and each one since.
Now this might not seem like a big deal, but to those who know how tough Koppi can be, will understand how impressive this is. But it wasn’t just in the dust where you supported me.
One RAMfest (sorry about the others you missed, but you only seemed to enjoy camping) proved that you weren’t scared off by little knee deep mud and torrential rain. You came with me to Mieliepop Festival, twice. Apparently the cold never bothered you anyway. The same number of times you accompanied me to STRAB in Mozambique (sorry for this year, I couldn’t arrange transport for you). When I needed you, you joined me at Park Acoustics. Two Otterlake Easter Festival experiences proved that you have a charitable side too.
Speaking of charity, you never seemed to mind when people used you. Even if I didn’t know them from a bar of soap. You always made it your mission to make sure visitors to our camp sites had a comfortable stay.
You shared in so many camp fire stories, random drunken moments and way too many rounds of our beloved game, Kings. Whether it was at a music festival or a braai at my place, you never folded under the pressure of dealing with my social dealings.
You’ve been in my life for longer than all my serious relationships put together, and supported me even more than the same.
Thanks for the memories, I will miss you, my dear green Campmaster chair.