The Wheels on the Bus Go 'Round and 'Round

It was barely 9AM on the 17^th of February when the unsure and awkward first years arrived, wardrobes and all, in the mysterious parking lot behind Prestige Academy. Clusters of wary students assembled as far as the eye could see, waiting, anxiously, for the busses to take them to a no-man’s-land called…”SURPRISE LOCATION”.

Scared looks were shared as these brave hearts crawled, one by one, onto the mammoth vehicles, never to return the same…

All right, that was a bit dramatic, but how would you feel if you were surrounded by a billion random (some, dodgy looking) people on a bus going “somewhere”.

As we arrived at the S.O.S. camp near Franschoek, we quickly realised that it was going to be F.U.N.

After the most of us called dibs on the best beds, bonded with our fellow strangers and applied three coats of SPF 500 sunscreen, we were split into random groups with inspirational alcoholic beverage names, e.g. MALIBU! Those elite groups would chant their war-cries like wolves, they would conquer gruelling obstacle courses like Spartans, created banners that could make the Mona Lisa cry and master the acquired skills of…THE “BOERE” SPORTS.  As a team we feasted like kings and queens, and as a team we cried victory none the less!

This was no average “lets go camping, daddy” experience, most definitely not. The Superstar Prestige staff and LEGENDARY SRC borderline walked on coals to entertain us young ones. Saturday night exploded with a mind-boggling mentalist, oh-so entertaining karaoke (attempts), crazy trance and bond fires. Yes, dear reader, that’s how we roll!

Come Sunday we were sunburnt to a crisp, sleep deprived; with aching bodies, yet we could have stayed there until all food supply had run out and we considered cannibalism.  It was truly a bonding and unforgettable experience that no first year will ever forget (unless brain damaged from the sun).

To the entire Prestige Academy, thank you for accommodating us first years and be prepared to see history be made, because…WE HAVE ARRIVED!

Team Savanna.



Vodka, the winners of the Boeresport.


Written by Stef Maritz.