Dear Ma

You remember how last time I told you about my remembering that is not so well after we drank the water from some funny pipe.  Now I remember.  They told us to bring our own drinking water but we used the water for cooking so we had to get drinking water too.  I phoned to ask if we could plug our karavaan's tuinslang into the water pipe and can you believe it... they said NO!!!  So we started digging for water (like they do in the movies) and we found a pipe.  We were so happy.  The water looked like your gemmerbier so then we knew we hit the jackpot!  I still don't know why nobody else wanted to use our water.  But they brought lots of their own tanks so that's ok.

I have to tell you about how we got our tickets.

The people who organise this camp told everyone to go to a fancy website and then you get a special bar code ticket (and they say it is even emailed to you).  But my friend Spier knows this other guy who knows another guy from this other place and that guy was so friendly he sommer said that he sells tickets for any place we want to go.  Can you believe, any place.  So I wanted to check this guy out first and bought
tickets for the rugby.  He sommer takes the tickets out of a briefcase.  How is that for quick.  When me and Spier got to the rugby we were so proud that we sommer showed it to a security man in a black suit but when the man looked at the tickets some other men in suits came and said that we can go to a 'special room'.  We got to the room but we couldn't even see the rugby, not even on a screen.  The man said that the tickets were fakes and that he could sommer see the difference.  So I told him that we paid for the tickets and that we will stay for the game... I don't want to write what happened next...

I thought to myself: maybe that other guy from that other place that sold the rugby ticket didn't know that the ticket was "rubbish" as the man in the suit said.  And because the other man from that other place said that he can also sell tickets for camping I trusted him again and bought tickets.  But when we got to the camp there were men with computers and scanners and you won't believe, when they scanned our tickets it seems that that other guy from that other shop didn't have the right tickets again!  So there were these big ladies with swepe... I don't want to write what happened next...

Maybe it would have been better to listen to their advice and get the tickets from that fancy website.

I must still tell you about everybody who came with their little aeries and  helicopters.  There was no space to land so they checked out the event from the air.  I don't know how they could hear or see from there.  They must have liked it because they were going in circles the whole time.  But that is a story for next time.

Your loving son,

Piet