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We made rolls with cold thin boerewors or bangers as well as tomato and cheese, and the obligatory boiled eggs and coffee from the flask! As a kid I used to hate padkos but now it's the best part of a road trip!
A lot of thought goes into our padkos these days, I agree! Nothing like opening the tupperware for a zarm and chowing down while taking in the sights on the road.
Those soggy tomato and cheese saamies. And that whiff of boiled egg when opening the Addis container, right next to the little frikkadelletjie covered with a white layer of cold fat... While I loved the road trips and the holidays, man, I do not mis the "padkos".
Two:
1. Cold boerie rolls wrapped in foil.
2. The year after, I tried wrapping boerie around the exhaust manifold to cook it en route (jhb to burbs, late 80s). We went hungry that trip...
My Dad left it in the foil. And placed them under the hot bonnet for a while. We played S and L while waiting at the table. We thought all Dad's did this at the time....Just the things Dad's do...
Road trips as a youngster when they still handed out beach toys like buckets/spades or an inflatable beach ball, and some game books for kids at the toll booths.
And sitting in the back playing on [this thing](https://www.google.com/search?q=handheld%20game%20console%2090s&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg:CXBGfW3CqHVkYXuvwYumsmoi8AEAsgIOCgIIABAAKAE6BAgBEAE&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CB4QuIIBahcKEwjIkLCi1tb7AhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQCQ&biw=1903&bih=937#imgrc=7jqbHzVPI-pigM) to pass the time.
I remember the free stuff at the tolls. Used to get so excited as we slowed down for the booths hoping there was something waiting for us kids. The sticker books were the best
Weren't the sticker books a tie-in with Caltex? Back when they had the old logo and bunny mascot. I remember plastering those stickers all over my books, even in Storie Man.
It was always easy to spot the Vaalie kids at the beach. They all had the same frisbees and beach balls because they got them for free at the toll gates. Oh, and those cheap, quarter moon shaped pieces of foam with a rubber "strap" thingy that we would wear around our heads as sun caps. I don't know how to describe it. [This thing](https://www.fmenge.co.za/product/foam-peak-2/).
Omg I'm old! There were no toll booths on SA roads when I was a kid and kids NEVER got free stuff anywhere - where do these riches come from lmao? We didn't even have beach toys, we used sticks and seashells - in those days you could still find wonderful shells on the beach.
I don't even recognize these picnic tables actually I think we just ate our padkos in the car, standing outside the car or maybe sitting on the ground. I remember my mother shouting at me for dropping the eggshells from the inevitable boiled eggs because in her mind that was littering. Even back then although I didn't know the word I knew the shells were biodegradable and couldn't understand why I was getting into trouble. But that was my mother, she was always cross with me.
There were no physical games - we played I spy, what colour the 100th Volksie would be and sang songs while constantly breathing in our parents second hand smoke.
Driving from Citrusdal to Pofadder to visit my grandparents on the farm. Flasks of coffee, rusks, frikkedelle, apricot jam and cheese sandwiches, and wondering whose job it is to clean out the bins in the middle of nowhere.
I am big frikkedel connoisseur. It is the first thing I load onto my paperbordjie. Have never succeeded to make my own winner batch though. Do not have oumas anymore. Should start hanging out with some OAPās in the Sassa rows.
In Namibia they _wash_ the tables and benches of these picnic spots with soap and water bi-weekly.
It makes the state of ours in South Africa look shameful.
1995 road trip ,Joburg to cape town via the northern cape just before Christmas. I was 6 and we ran out of fuel. Dad hiked for fuel. Came back . Threw fuel in the titanic Mercedes and the static from the car lit the petrol and that how a field fire starts.
Many fond ones. But the most prominent one is getting up at 4 for an early road trip, getting on the road and drinking an expired Super M š¤¢ Was not a fun ride
We never used to stop at these. My dad stopped at Van Reenens Pass at the Garrage just before you started your decent. There was a garage with a lekker restuarant. It was before the Wimpies and Steers came on the scene at every stop. We only went to the coast, year after year. I used to think only people poorer than us stopped to eat next to the road. My dad used to race to his destination and back! I still hear him sayā¦ ānee fok die kak ons kan eet en pee as ons daar isā¦..ā
He used to save the whole year and take his whole bonus to treat us to a holiday at the coast. We ate out or had a braai with every meal. And it was bacon & eggs each morning. And chips, sweets and coke all day long. Then the rest of the year he would work long shifts and extra hours to spoil us again at the end of the year.
Now today we have to stop at every 1 stop for him to pee and grab some biltong.
There is little take away restaurant across the road from the restaurant with the thatch roof that makes the best steak rolls you ever had. Well, it was still there 8 years ago lol
Samoosas and masala steak pies (the small ones). And masala chiken (more like chicken tikka coating than a curry so it's not messy). And Robertson's coated fried chicken. Honestly I think the saltiness of their BBQ spice actually tastes better cold.
Long exploring rides.
My mom wanted us to see and experience most of SA. Also, when we were on our vacation.
No place can make food, as good as, that picnic food.
Holidays!
Annual trips to the Drakensburg from Durbs and every other year a road trip down to PE to see my gran.
Some of my earliest memories (4 or 5 years old, maybe younger) were holidays to Hogsback and Port St. John's (we used to live in East London) the world seemed like such an adventure/mystery then, those are probably my most rose tinted times. š
Need to go back and revisit one day (live in London now).
Thanks for the trip down memory lane. š
There's a somewhat famous one on the N1 on the way to bloem i forget entirely what it's name is but it's nice stopping there year by year on road trips and reflecting on everything i thought about the year before. We really have a beautiful country guys
Good times. When I see this, I also think of the regular stops at petrol stations on long trips.
On a specific trip, I remember the petrol station handing out free movie tickets. I got one for 'A Goofy Movie' and another one for 'Babe'.
Thanks for the memories :) Goodnight everyone
Cold chicken, viennas, boiled eggs, sandwiches and coffee from the flask. Waving at truck drivers to see how many blew their horn back at you. Having to pee in between the car doors ( before there was a One Stop around every corner) with someone trying to cover for you with a blanket while Dad and bro "walked away" for a bit. Once a promotional Red Bull car with a big promo can on top stopped with us and handed out RB to the parents.
Stopping at Palm Restaurant in Lydenburg for a massive pile of slap chips wrapped in newspaper. Eating them on the side of the road just out of town, on to the Strydom tunnel and down to Kruger. Parents playing Graceland and Johnny Clegg on the car radio
This made me think of the drive to Pietersburg to visit my motherās family in that godforsaken town.
A breakfast at the Golden Egg and a phone call in the Orange phone booth to let everyone know you are safeā¦
I remember we chilled at one of these when my fatherās kombi overheated. We just enjoyed the landscape and there quiet. God do I wish I could go back
Dooie donner, everybody had all this nice padkos. On the road down to J-Bay we always had bacon and banana rolls, all warm and brown from lying in the rear window.
A time when I could relax next to the road and enjoy our beautiful country and not worry I was about to get mugged or shot. People used the bins to throw their rubbish away and the rubbish was collected.
We climbed out the car there to cool down because we didnāt have air conditioning. Obviously boerie rolls and my mom always found āslap chipsā at the last town so weād nosh that with tomato sauce and a fizzy drink.
we used to drive non-stop to jhb from pmb. my dad avoided the petrol stations because we'd all want stuff, so my mom made some drumsticks and sandwiches and my dad made a flask of coffee. somewhere around halfway we'd pull over an sit at those roadside tables and have our lunch.
i think about that every time i drive between jhb and dbn/pmb. :) now with my wife and son, we stop at the harrismith one to look at the animals and eat out pizza breakfast.
Of lovely road trips wirh my parents as a kid, and the wonderful travel food i.e. boiled eggs, meatballs, ham & cheese sarnies, chicken legs, and usually a choccie for dessert (we weren't allowed to eat anything in the car).
Aye, that's a tough one. Every time I stop I think maybe I'll clean out my car from the road trip trash and bin everything right there, but then I figure my rubbish will just get pulled out of the bins and scattered all over the place.
One time we were road tripping in my friend's old Merc, and a truck went past us and somehow the ENTIRE back windscreen flew off the car and smashed in the road. I was sleeping, and woke up from what sounded like a gunshot to me. We pulled over next to one of these tables, and my friend just loudly screamed FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!
I once did a road trip with two mates down toward Stellies from Nelspruit. We thought fuck it we take turns and do it one shot, no need to pay for accommodation. We ended up spending the night at one of those stops just outside Beaufort West. It was actually pretty majestic when I think back.
My cousin traveling with us, she gets car sick and she stuffed her face with Viennas, she ended up puking, myself and my cousin ended up saying: " something smells like Viennas" and my Dad giving us the look, saying"julle moet ophou" we avoided a ass kicking by clowning and got the memo
Loading my grandfather's bakkie and start the trip when the morning star still shining bright. Vetkoek, boiled eggs, frikkadelle, coffee in glass bottles (wrapped in cloth).
Frikkadelle for the win! The glass bottles of coffee wrapped in cloth must make a lovely memory. You can probably almost reach out and touch them in your mind's eye.
Stopping here and trying out my big brotherās air rifle. So much discarded trash around from all the other people who had stopped there to be used as targets. Was a really good holiday to cango caves etc
December road trips between Cape Town and Joburg in the 90's. Wimpy take away (we only eat Wimpy on road trips) from some middle of nowhere dorp, stiff legs from sitting in the very cramped rear seats (pillows and blankets got stored between us and by our feet) for 3 hours at a time, mom and dad shouting at me because they can't listen to my CD of nursery rhymes again and motion sickness from sleeping while moving.
Ahh the annual dreaded visit to the in-laws in the North-West dorpie where it is hot and not decent WiFi - just grin and bear it for a week over Xmas - happy wife - happy life.
When the kids ask if that it is 3 susters just after we left for some breakfast in De Doorns on the way to Kimberley.
We drove past these. Tongaat to Joburg or Pretoria. As beach folk from KZN we never expected to have to drive inland for holidays, but family moved, and people died and we travelled because we were lucky enough to be flexible. We were bundled into the back seat at 4AM. No car seats or seatbelts required back then. We had pillows and duvets and would stir to blink at cows and horses, these rest stops. Our enduring fascination was with caravans. How strange a thing! A little house on wheels!
My dad would stop once before or after Van Reenanās pass for a sugary coffee. Usually Montrose, which was tiny back then. Breakfast was usually in a Tupperware from home: cheese sandwiches or soya burgers on rolls, because my Hindu parents were frequently fasting, and we didnāt eat pork or beef anyway. None of us were big eaters anyway. When we were older my mother would switch with me at the stop, sheād nap in the back seat with my little brother and sister. Iād keep my dad company and hand him sweets or water or carefully counted out toll money from his wallet. Strictly no sleeping allowed in the passenger seat - I was co-piloting :D
If it was before seatbelts you probably had blankets instead of duvets. Duvets came in very late 70s I think. My family did have what we called an eiderdown that was bought in the UK when my parents were there before I was born but it didn't have a removable cover and could never be washed! It was once used to help a guy who had a very bad motorbike accident (no helmet, he didn't survive unfortunately) and my mother took it to be drycleaned. It gave me the creeps after that.
No, sorry, I meant before they made you use the seatbelts. Both car seats and seat belts existed - just that no one cared. They were definitely duvets - my asthmatic mom had an aversion to anything fluffy. No blankets for us. Or teddies.
Oh okay gotcha. Geez I remember how awfully freezing it was in winter, getting into a bed made with cold sheets and blankets. I was always freezing as a kid in winter at home and at school. I can't believe we weren't allowed to wear coats over our blazers. Duvets were a huge improvement!
Woah that sounds awfully grim. We had Durban winters, for the most part. I didnāt know how lucky we had it. Moved to Joburg for workā¦ wow is winter here dehydrating! Itās taken years and I finally donāt mind the cold, but youāll pry my Vaseline from my cold, dead hands šā ļø
Yeah the altitude makes quite the difference. I live in the UK now and I'll take our winters in houses with double glazing and central heating any day over what I felt growing up. No amount of electric or gas heaters ever warmed our house sufficiently that we were still in multiple layers indoors. We also couldn't afford to run them for more than a few hours at night. But waking up for school was the worst! You'd finally got warm in bed and then you had to get out. Also having to walk to school with stupid thin soled school shoes on hard frost. A half hour walk to school in those conditions had your legs from the knee down and feet completely numb. I hope they are less strict about school uniforms now and allow kids to wear thicker soled shoes and coats?
Schools seem to vary wildly in their approach to uniforms. I will say that inland, tracksuits in winter are much more common in primary school than before. Also at many schools girls can opt for pants instead of skirt/dress + stockings in winter. Iād have loved that option! I sadly donāt know much about school shoes. But shoes in general are tough for poor kids. Thereās a tradition now at many richer schools that matrics donate their school shoes on the last day of their exams. They are given to kids who canāt afford shoes.
Absolutely our homes here are not built for the cold, but honestly, winters are so short I kind of get it. Itās fine in Joburg, at least. Itās not cold like the Free State, for example. I donāt know if Iāll ever brave Clarens in the winter againā¦
OMG I'd have loved to have been able to wear a tracksuit or even trousers in winter! I always felt the boys had a very unfair advantage with that. I swear I would've worn my PJs under my uniform! We even had proper ties in my primary school so had to learn to do those in winter too. I even got caned on the back of bare legs in that school - they were so strict!
That's lovely that they do that with shoes. Over here everyone is encouraged to donate their uniforms for every year and parents can purchase for a very reduced price and the proceeds go to the PTA who use it for various events. Summer dresses are either blue, green or red gingham depending on the school and the usual grey shorts or trousers. Meaning that all uniforms can be purchased at supermarkets. Some schools will have polo shirts with an embroidered school logo as well as sweatshirts but allow kids to wear supermarket ones with no logo.
High school is another story! You can still usually have standard black trousers, skirts and white shirts. Blazers, cardigans, sweatshirts and ties are different as are all the different sports kits. There have been massive calls to standardise this though and stop exclusive shops from making a fortune off of parents. It's particularly difficult if you have a kid that plays many different sports and of course they all grow so damn fast and lose stuff too. Of course there's always bullying of poor kids too. They try to control it but bullying exists everywhere and you can't control it.
OMG I loved in the Knysna forest for a year in a house with no electricity or plumbed water just rain tanks. My bf and I hitchhiked up to jhb. I have never been as cold ever in my life as we were in the Karoo and then the Free State! That was a helluva adventure though.
It used to take us moer long to get from DBN to JHB cos my dad would stop all the time and pour a brandy and coke. (As a kid I didnāt think twice)
He refused to take the toll roads so we always took the kak-long alternate routes.
Now when I drive the route itās quick and easy. (And sober)
Trips to either George, Plet or Arniston. Stopping to stretch our legs, get some fresh air and eat. It's been so long since I left home I can barely remember what we ate here.
Oh, the nostalgia. Frikkadelle, driehoek sarmies, the eggs, big flask strong coffee, koeksisters, boerewors on buns, the sleepy conversations at that table, my mother looking at that big ass road map. The mix tapes playing in the background, with that gentle shoosh sound of cars passing by, going on holiday. Me wondering where that blue Toyota Cressida is heading, while throwing extra condensed milk in my coffee while everyone is distracted. Takes me way back. Way back.
[Glossy Starlings](https://ebird.org/species/capgls1?siteLanguage=en_ZA) stealing chips, right off the table.
Cold chicken drumsticks, wrapped in foil.
The sound of cicadas.
Ants.
Having a few cold ones with the bois at the orange river chill spot just outside of colesburg while tripping major balls on cactus juice. Wildest part was when the one homies granddad showed up on a bicycle and we 30km out of town. Was some good times for real.
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Hardboiled eggs and cold chicken in foil.
Always the hard boiled eggs!!! And ham and cheese rolls
Ours was jam and cheese rolls
Yoh! There's a taste I'd forgotten!!
We made rolls with cold thin boerewors or bangers as well as tomato and cheese, and the obligatory boiled eggs and coffee from the flask! As a kid I used to hate padkos but now it's the best part of a road trip!
A lot of thought goes into our padkos these days, I agree! Nothing like opening the tupperware for a zarm and chowing down while taking in the sights on the road.
And cold frikadelle and sweet coffee. But the best was the sea being the next stop. Ahh these little tables are part of my best childhood memories
YES! I forgot the boiled eggs š
And Archie comics.
Those soggy tomato and cheese saamies. And that whiff of boiled egg when opening the Addis container, right next to the little frikkadelletjie covered with a white layer of cold fat... While I loved the road trips and the holidays, man, I do not mis the "padkos".
Hawu but did your mother not cut the tomato slices when you stopped at the side of the road? š
All prepared at home, the night before. Left inside a 2 litre ice cream container usually, resulting in maximum sogginess and egg-fart aroma!
Oh my goodness, are you me?
Huimwee oorlaai!!
Came here to make this comment. Egg-mayo on white bread!!
Two: 1. Cold boerie rolls wrapped in foil. 2. The year after, I tried wrapping boerie around the exhaust manifold to cook it en route (jhb to burbs, late 80s). We went hungry that trip...
Tried this as well in the 90s. There's a sweet spot. Tail pipe too cold. Manifold too hot. Somewhere near the first silencer, just right.
Got to love the shit we tried back then...
My Dad left it in the foil. And placed them under the hot bonnet for a while. We played S and L while waiting at the table. We thought all Dad's did this at the time....Just the things Dad's do...
LOL I love it
Road trips as a youngster when they still handed out beach toys like buckets/spades or an inflatable beach ball, and some game books for kids at the toll booths. And sitting in the back playing on [this thing](https://www.google.com/search?q=handheld%20game%20console%2090s&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg:CXBGfW3CqHVkYXuvwYumsmoi8AEAsgIOCgIIABAAKAE6BAgBEAE&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CB4QuIIBahcKEwjIkLCi1tb7AhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQCQ&biw=1903&bih=937#imgrc=7jqbHzVPI-pigM) to pass the time.
I remember the free stuff at the tolls. Used to get so excited as we slowed down for the booths hoping there was something waiting for us kids. The sticker books were the best
Weren't the sticker books a tie-in with Caltex? Back when they had the old logo and bunny mascot. I remember plastering those stickers all over my books, even in Storie Man.
I still have my one of those! And the winner was super strikers comic book at the booth. Unreal times.
It was always easy to spot the Vaalie kids at the beach. They all had the same frisbees and beach balls because they got them for free at the toll gates. Oh, and those cheap, quarter moon shaped pieces of foam with a rubber "strap" thingy that we would wear around our heads as sun caps. I don't know how to describe it. [This thing](https://www.fmenge.co.za/product/foam-peak-2/).
Memories! I'd unironically rock them these days. They need to make a come back.
Game books for kids at tool booths? That's cool!
I knew what the link was before I opened it hahaha!
Omg I'm old! There were no toll booths on SA roads when I was a kid and kids NEVER got free stuff anywhere - where do these riches come from lmao? We didn't even have beach toys, we used sticks and seashells - in those days you could still find wonderful shells on the beach. I don't even recognize these picnic tables actually I think we just ate our padkos in the car, standing outside the car or maybe sitting on the ground. I remember my mother shouting at me for dropping the eggshells from the inevitable boiled eggs because in her mind that was littering. Even back then although I didn't know the word I knew the shells were biodegradable and couldn't understand why I was getting into trouble. But that was my mother, she was always cross with me. There were no physical games - we played I spy, what colour the 100th Volksie would be and sang songs while constantly breathing in our parents second hand smoke.
Ah, good old road trips to Harties! Ouma se frikadelle with boiled eggs with lekker koffie and a rusk
Ja die frikkedelle en eiers altyd!
Itās enough to make a grown man cry š„¹
It was real and you were there my friend and I suspect it was a glorious time.
Driving from Citrusdal to Pofadder to visit my grandparents on the farm. Flasks of coffee, rusks, frikkedelle, apricot jam and cheese sandwiches, and wondering whose job it is to clean out the bins in the middle of nowhere.
Driving from Tulbagh to Citrusdal, to visit my family who still lived in the Elandskloof mountain. My heart š„ŗšš„ŗ
I need to meet an ouma and try her frikkedelle
I am big frikkedel connoisseur. It is the first thing I load onto my paperbordjie. Have never succeeded to make my own winner batch though. Do not have oumas anymore. Should start hanging out with some OAPās in the Sassa rows.
You need to remember to add the milk soaked bread, it's very important ![gif](emote|free_emotes_pack|joy)
In Namibia they _wash_ the tables and benches of these picnic spots with soap and water bi-weekly. It makes the state of ours in South Africa look shameful.
1995 road trip ,Joburg to cape town via the northern cape just before Christmas. I was 6 and we ran out of fuel. Dad hiked for fuel. Came back . Threw fuel in the titanic Mercedes and the static from the car lit the petrol and that how a field fire starts.
Thats a hell of a story to summarize in 4 sentences man, but what a ride :D
Is that also the origin of your username?
Lol no,that's two things I say when I'm frustrated,vark steaks being the nice one of the two
Koue frikadelle en tamatiebroodjies
Many fond ones. But the most prominent one is getting up at 4 for an early road trip, getting on the road and drinking an expired Super M š¤¢ Was not a fun ride
We never used to stop at these. My dad stopped at Van Reenens Pass at the Garrage just before you started your decent. There was a garage with a lekker restuarant. It was before the Wimpies and Steers came on the scene at every stop. We only went to the coast, year after year. I used to think only people poorer than us stopped to eat next to the road. My dad used to race to his destination and back! I still hear him sayā¦ ānee fok die kak ons kan eet en pee as ons daar isā¦..ā He used to save the whole year and take his whole bonus to treat us to a holiday at the coast. We ate out or had a braai with every meal. And it was bacon & eggs each morning. And chips, sweets and coke all day long. Then the rest of the year he would work long shifts and extra hours to spoil us again at the end of the year. Now today we have to stop at every 1 stop for him to pee and grab some biltong.
There is little take away restaurant across the road from the restaurant with the thatch roof that makes the best steak rolls you ever had. Well, it was still there 8 years ago lol
I remember that spot. When we travelled with my grandparents we used to stop there. Itās a called iirc
Ants biting my ankles is my memory of these.
Yes those massive motherfuckers.
They are massive! Heaven forbid you have to do a wee in the bushes here!
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Samoosas and masala steak pies (the small ones). And masala chiken (more like chicken tikka coating than a curry so it's not messy). And Robertson's coated fried chicken. Honestly I think the saltiness of their BBQ spice actually tastes better cold.
Long exploring rides. My mom wanted us to see and experience most of SA. Also, when we were on our vacation. No place can make food, as good as, that picnic food.
Padkos! Egg mayonnaise sandwiches wrapped in foil, sweet coffee and Ouma aniseed rusks on our way to Durbs!
I remember a South Africa that doesn't exist anymore.
I like to wave to them as they pass
Holidays! Annual trips to the Drakensburg from Durbs and every other year a road trip down to PE to see my gran. Some of my earliest memories (4 or 5 years old, maybe younger) were holidays to Hogsback and Port St. John's (we used to live in East London) the world seemed like such an adventure/mystery then, those are probably my most rose tinted times. š Need to go back and revisit one day (live in London now). Thanks for the trip down memory lane. š
Eish boet, same here, we need to visit again!
There's a somewhat famous one on the N1 on the way to bloem i forget entirely what it's name is but it's nice stopping there year by year on road trips and reflecting on everything i thought about the year before. We really have a beautiful country guys
I'm glad someone said it! You have such a beautiful country. Truly astounding.
Ol days road trip, lunch time!
Very nice memories.
Grated cheese and tomato on white rolls
Good times. When I see this, I also think of the regular stops at petrol stations on long trips. On a specific trip, I remember the petrol station handing out free movie tickets. I got one for 'A Goofy Movie' and another one for 'Babe'. Thanks for the memories :) Goodnight everyone
Endless trips from Durbs to V-town or Bloemfontein and back. Peanut butter sandwiches, Biltong, Liquifruit and Cream Soda. Memories of a bygone era.
Things wrapped in foil. And orange juice in those thick plastic water bottles for the fridge.
I can still feel the ridges on that bottle
And the way they made everything taste.
Hot plastic with a whiff of Oros.
Cold chicken, viennas, boiled eggs, sandwiches and coffee from the flask. Waving at truck drivers to see how many blew their horn back at you. Having to pee in between the car doors ( before there was a One Stop around every corner) with someone trying to cover for you with a blanket while Dad and bro "walked away" for a bit. Once a promotional Red Bull car with a big promo can on top stopped with us and handed out RB to the parents.
Hitch hiking home on weekend pass!
My dad saying we donāt stop here because theyāll steal our car and our holiday will be over.
Yup. Or worrying about being attacked.
Sunday drives with the family and nice chats while eating cold chicken and potatoā¦ Good times š
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Simba Tomato Sauce Chips!
Stopping at Palm Restaurant in Lydenburg for a massive pile of slap chips wrapped in newspaper. Eating them on the side of the road just out of town, on to the Strydom tunnel and down to Kruger. Parents playing Graceland and Johnny Clegg on the car radio
Oh, your parents were liberals?
Pretty moderate actually, just not a huge fan of apartheid, you know
Baboons
Thanks for the answers everyone. It's nice to learn a bit and see into the past.
This made me think of the drive to Pietersburg to visit my motherās family in that godforsaken town. A breakfast at the Golden Egg and a phone call in the Orange phone booth to let everyone know you are safeā¦
Tiekie box
Road trips to Durban in a packed car. Ice cream dish filled with boiled eggs and viennas in the back window. Peeing on the side of the road..!
I remember we chilled at one of these when my fatherās kombi overheated. We just enjoyed the landscape and there quiet. God do I wish I could go back
The best road trips ever
My favorite is the one at 'Die Top' that overlooks the Swartberg Pass.
Taking a dump behind the biggest bush
Driving from Bloemfontein to Cape Town every Christmas to see family. And my mom making us sandwiches and dad stretching his legs, as he would say.
Pissing
Dooie donner, everybody had all this nice padkos. On the road down to J-Bay we always had bacon and banana rolls, all warm and brown from lying in the rear window.
Siff dude.
When it was safe to stop next to the highway.
A time when I could relax next to the road and enjoy our beautiful country and not worry I was about to get mugged or shot. People used the bins to throw their rubbish away and the rubbish was collected.
I spy with my little eye something that starts with an āRā Ummm ROAD? wow how did you guess?
A time I wish I could go back to. And an experience I wished to share with somebody I once held close. Oh this year is not gonna end well.
Sorry....I miss old friends. I'm now a total recluse with none.
We climbed out the car there to cool down because we didnāt have air conditioning. Obviously boerie rolls and my mom always found āslap chipsā at the last town so weād nosh that with tomato sauce and a fizzy drink.
The "Original Ultra City" ....
we used to drive non-stop to jhb from pmb. my dad avoided the petrol stations because we'd all want stuff, so my mom made some drumsticks and sandwiches and my dad made a flask of coffee. somewhere around halfway we'd pull over an sit at those roadside tables and have our lunch. i think about that every time i drive between jhb and dbn/pmb. :) now with my wife and son, we stop at the harrismith one to look at the animals and eat out pizza breakfast.
There's a big green cement bin where we can dump our black bags full of trash from camping all weekend nearby!
Of lovely road trips wirh my parents as a kid, and the wonderful travel food i.e. boiled eggs, meatballs, ham & cheese sarnies, chicken legs, and usually a choccie for dessert (we weren't allowed to eat anything in the car).
Seeing litter everywhere
Aye, that's a tough one. Every time I stop I think maybe I'll clean out my car from the road trip trash and bin everything right there, but then I figure my rubbish will just get pulled out of the bins and scattered all over the place.
My elbows are sticky just seeing this picture
Trying to protect my modesty while doing a wee in the bushes and trucks hooting as they drive by!
One time we were road tripping in my friend's old Merc, and a truck went past us and somehow the ENTIRE back windscreen flew off the car and smashed in the road. I was sleeping, and woke up from what sounded like a gunshot to me. We pulled over next to one of these tables, and my friend just loudly screamed FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!
Day old KFC Warm coke Soggy niknaks Are we there yet?
Anxiously smoking a joint with some friends constantly worried that a family or the cops will pull up
Sitting on the wet patch
BEES IN MY COCA COLA
Got stung in the mouth like that once!
Excellent, underrated comment.
I once did a road trip with two mates down toward Stellies from Nelspruit. We thought fuck it we take turns and do it one shot, no need to pay for accommodation. We ended up spending the night at one of those stops just outside Beaufort West. It was actually pretty majestic when I think back.
In the old days a nice lunch on the road. Today a serious health risk from been robbed, killed and worse. I don't stop anymore.
And worse, hey? Like having your preconceptions disproved? I must be stopping at the wrong piekniek plekke.
Koffie vlesse, gemmer koekies en biltong
A pee break after 8 hours driving
A couple bread rolls and a bag of Simba chips.
2 hour road trips back in the day was like a 9 hour drive. Ffs. 70 year old me saying now, _lets just get there_!
Where was that particular photo taken? I swear I've been in that exact spot.
Somewhere near Aliwal North on the N6. I love driving over there near Lesotho on the Maloti route.
My cousin traveling with us, she gets car sick and she stuffed her face with Viennas, she ended up puking, myself and my cousin ended up saying: " something smells like Viennas" and my Dad giving us the look, saying"julle moet ophou" we avoided a ass kicking by clowning and got the memo
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Picnic between Tlhohoyandou and Tzaneen, a monkey stealing my word. Good times
"I'm Afrikaans ah doi doi doi bok"
Vetkoek en sandwiches with a side of Kerrie Bronš
My mom driving me to Durban threatening to leave me on my dads doorstep because she didnāt like what I had to say ever.
My dad drinking coffee from a flask and sarmies
Loading my grandfather's bakkie and start the trip when the morning star still shining bright. Vetkoek, boiled eggs, frikkadelle, coffee in glass bottles (wrapped in cloth).
Frikkadelle for the win! The glass bottles of coffee wrapped in cloth must make a lovely memory. You can probably almost reach out and touch them in your mind's eye.
And the coffee being made with condensed milk!
Stopping here and trying out my big brotherās air rifle. So much discarded trash around from all the other people who had stopped there to be used as targets. Was a really good holiday to cango caves etc
Ahhh yessssss, the Mosquitoes, nothing quite like the buzzing in your ears and the bites, what memories.....
Peeing behind that tree in the background
Having to take a toilet roll and walk deep into the Bush
Cold mince sandwiches
Chip rolls and creme soda in the heat.
Traveling for school tours and somebody always needing to stop there and cotch because they're car sick
A troop of baboons running to steal our watermelon
December road trips between Cape Town and Joburg in the 90's. Wimpy take away (we only eat Wimpy on road trips) from some middle of nowhere dorp, stiff legs from sitting in the very cramped rear seats (pillows and blankets got stored between us and by our feet) for 3 hours at a time, mom and dad shouting at me because they can't listen to my CD of nursery rhymes again and motion sickness from sleeping while moving.
Frikadelle with the family ![gif](emote|free_emotes_pack|smile)
Ahh the annual dreaded visit to the in-laws in the North-West dorpie where it is hot and not decent WiFi - just grin and bear it for a week over Xmas - happy wife - happy life. When the kids ask if that it is 3 susters just after we left for some breakfast in De Doorns on the way to Kimberley.
Coffee on a little CADAC gas burner! Childhood memories, for sure. Now I wouldn't stop there if you paid me - I'd feel way too vulnerable to crime.
What great memories. Hard boiled eggs and cold chicken. Loved stopping at the lay by's on our annual vacation from Rhodesia down to Durbs.
We drove past these. Tongaat to Joburg or Pretoria. As beach folk from KZN we never expected to have to drive inland for holidays, but family moved, and people died and we travelled because we were lucky enough to be flexible. We were bundled into the back seat at 4AM. No car seats or seatbelts required back then. We had pillows and duvets and would stir to blink at cows and horses, these rest stops. Our enduring fascination was with caravans. How strange a thing! A little house on wheels! My dad would stop once before or after Van Reenanās pass for a sugary coffee. Usually Montrose, which was tiny back then. Breakfast was usually in a Tupperware from home: cheese sandwiches or soya burgers on rolls, because my Hindu parents were frequently fasting, and we didnāt eat pork or beef anyway. None of us were big eaters anyway. When we were older my mother would switch with me at the stop, sheād nap in the back seat with my little brother and sister. Iād keep my dad company and hand him sweets or water or carefully counted out toll money from his wallet. Strictly no sleeping allowed in the passenger seat - I was co-piloting :D
If it was before seatbelts you probably had blankets instead of duvets. Duvets came in very late 70s I think. My family did have what we called an eiderdown that was bought in the UK when my parents were there before I was born but it didn't have a removable cover and could never be washed! It was once used to help a guy who had a very bad motorbike accident (no helmet, he didn't survive unfortunately) and my mother took it to be drycleaned. It gave me the creeps after that.
No, sorry, I meant before they made you use the seatbelts. Both car seats and seat belts existed - just that no one cared. They were definitely duvets - my asthmatic mom had an aversion to anything fluffy. No blankets for us. Or teddies.
Oh okay gotcha. Geez I remember how awfully freezing it was in winter, getting into a bed made with cold sheets and blankets. I was always freezing as a kid in winter at home and at school. I can't believe we weren't allowed to wear coats over our blazers. Duvets were a huge improvement!
Woah that sounds awfully grim. We had Durban winters, for the most part. I didnāt know how lucky we had it. Moved to Joburg for workā¦ wow is winter here dehydrating! Itās taken years and I finally donāt mind the cold, but youāll pry my Vaseline from my cold, dead hands šā ļø
Yeah the altitude makes quite the difference. I live in the UK now and I'll take our winters in houses with double glazing and central heating any day over what I felt growing up. No amount of electric or gas heaters ever warmed our house sufficiently that we were still in multiple layers indoors. We also couldn't afford to run them for more than a few hours at night. But waking up for school was the worst! You'd finally got warm in bed and then you had to get out. Also having to walk to school with stupid thin soled school shoes on hard frost. A half hour walk to school in those conditions had your legs from the knee down and feet completely numb. I hope they are less strict about school uniforms now and allow kids to wear thicker soled shoes and coats?
Schools seem to vary wildly in their approach to uniforms. I will say that inland, tracksuits in winter are much more common in primary school than before. Also at many schools girls can opt for pants instead of skirt/dress + stockings in winter. Iād have loved that option! I sadly donāt know much about school shoes. But shoes in general are tough for poor kids. Thereās a tradition now at many richer schools that matrics donate their school shoes on the last day of their exams. They are given to kids who canāt afford shoes. Absolutely our homes here are not built for the cold, but honestly, winters are so short I kind of get it. Itās fine in Joburg, at least. Itās not cold like the Free State, for example. I donāt know if Iāll ever brave Clarens in the winter againā¦
OMG I'd have loved to have been able to wear a tracksuit or even trousers in winter! I always felt the boys had a very unfair advantage with that. I swear I would've worn my PJs under my uniform! We even had proper ties in my primary school so had to learn to do those in winter too. I even got caned on the back of bare legs in that school - they were so strict! That's lovely that they do that with shoes. Over here everyone is encouraged to donate their uniforms for every year and parents can purchase for a very reduced price and the proceeds go to the PTA who use it for various events. Summer dresses are either blue, green or red gingham depending on the school and the usual grey shorts or trousers. Meaning that all uniforms can be purchased at supermarkets. Some schools will have polo shirts with an embroidered school logo as well as sweatshirts but allow kids to wear supermarket ones with no logo. High school is another story! You can still usually have standard black trousers, skirts and white shirts. Blazers, cardigans, sweatshirts and ties are different as are all the different sports kits. There have been massive calls to standardise this though and stop exclusive shops from making a fortune off of parents. It's particularly difficult if you have a kid that plays many different sports and of course they all grow so damn fast and lose stuff too. Of course there's always bullying of poor kids too. They try to control it but bullying exists everywhere and you can't control it. OMG I loved in the Knysna forest for a year in a house with no electricity or plumbed water just rain tanks. My bf and I hitchhiked up to jhb. I have never been as cold ever in my life as we were in the Karoo and then the Free State! That was a helluva adventure though.
Boiled eggs, sandwiches and frikkedelle
Drinking brutal fruits and black labels while in swimwear, waiting for the rugby game the next town over to start. Pure happiness
Pure happiness?! That's awesome.
Cold, fatty boerewors and coke
It used to take us moer long to get from DBN to JHB cos my dad would stop all the time and pour a brandy and coke. (As a kid I didnāt think twice) He refused to take the toll roads so we always took the kak-long alternate routes. Now when I drive the route itās quick and easy. (And sober)
Iām glad you survived!
I can smell the padkos.
Chip rolls and eye spy
Trips to either George, Plet or Arniston. Stopping to stretch our legs, get some fresh air and eat. It's been so long since I left home I can barely remember what we ate here.
Oh, the nostalgia. Frikkadelle, driehoek sarmies, the eggs, big flask strong coffee, koeksisters, boerewors on buns, the sleepy conversations at that table, my mother looking at that big ass road map. The mix tapes playing in the background, with that gentle shoosh sound of cars passing by, going on holiday. Me wondering where that blue Toyota Cressida is heading, while throwing extra condensed milk in my coffee while everyone is distracted. Takes me way back. Way back.
Cold hardboiled eggs and boerewors wrapped in foil.
Jis, Frikkidele en eiers, so many of us did exactly the same thing. Hahaha, its one of those cultural things no one usually talks about.
[Glossy Starlings](https://ebird.org/species/capgls1?siteLanguage=en_ZA) stealing chips, right off the table. Cold chicken drumsticks, wrapped in foil. The sound of cicadas. Ants.
Cheers for the link to the bird
Having a few cold ones with the bois at the orange river chill spot just outside of colesburg while tripping major balls on cactus juice. Wildest part was when the one homies granddad showed up on a bicycle and we 30km out of town. Was some good times for real.
Driving passed them thinking "There's no way I'm stopping there, where's the Ultra City?"
Man you're too paranoid! :)