A trip to the Cederberg

On telling people you’re going to the Cederberg you will be told one of two things. Either a warning about the cold along with strict advice to take all the clothes you own, or that you must hike to the Maltese Cross. In some cases, you’ll even hear both. After spending a winter weekend there, both ring true. The Cederberg is a beautiful part of the world and I’m a bit embarrassed it took this long to get there. On a cold Friday in June, armed with wine, good food and a hot water bottle we set off to celebrate a new chapter for a good friend. Day 1: Stars,…