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5 Stories from Oppikoppi Festivals of Yesteryear


There are 23 days left before Oppikoppi 2012 Sweet Thing kicks off on the farm near Northam on the 9th of August. It will be the 18th year in a row that Oppikoppi is held in South Africa.

I will be making my way to my 14th Oppikoppi festival this year. If you were wondering: 3 of those were Easter festivals and that amount does not make me “a legend” – I have friends who have been more than 15 or more of them.  Oppikoppi has become South Africa’s must-go-to festival over the last few years. It has become extremely popular. The last two festival’s tickets sold out and this year’s tickets will probably sell out too – something that has never happened in Oppikoppi history before 2010.

Over the years I’ve experienced some really interesting things at the festival, things that you don’t experience every day of your life. There is always a story to tell after each Oppikoppi and its one of the reasons why I love it so much. Today I’d like to share 5 stories from Oppikoppi Festivals of Yesteryear with you.

The Roadblock Incident (1998): I camped with a bunch of friends from Pretoria at my first Oppikoppi in this year. We got there on the night before the festival. Luckily someone saved a spot for us in Oom Piet se Duikweg. Our breakfast the one morning consisted of Rum and Coke and 2 kg Biltong (between 5 guys), our morning shower was a quick run under the tap of the water truck when it passed our campsite. I also remember washing my hair with swimming pool water at one stage. But what I do recall the best is the “roadblock incident”. The guys in our camp ran out of beer and decided that we needed to make a plan. We took some our excess chevron tape and started blocking off the road as people were passing by our campsite. We asked them what their favorite band was and it didn’t matter what they answered, we asked each car passing for one beer. We ended up with 3 cases in about 2 hours and the weekend was saved.

The Leg Burning Incident (2001): We camped very close to the river at Fountains Valley and it was one of the coldest Oppikoppi’s I’ve ever experienced. The one night we made a group effort and missioned around the campsite looking for some new friends. One of the blokes in our party ended up with “scepter” which turned out to be a paraffin lamp. He bragged about being “the kaizer” and ended up stoking the flames in our camp fire, accidently causing the one girl’s jean to catch fire. We put it out, but the girl had to go to the doctor the next day. Needless to say, the bloke felt very bad about. Even though the chick was pissed off, and injured she came back to festival with her crutches. We made turns abba-ing her to the stage area and back and she didn’t miss any of the bands she wanted to see that year.

The Lost Tentpen Situation (2006/2007): I had to get a lift from a random dude to Oppikoppi in 2006. All my friend’s cars were full. I ended up camping with random folks, 100m from a bunch of my closest friends, and 500-600m from 2 other friend-filled campsites. I ended up losing my cell phone battery at one of the stages and getting lost for an hour. Despite all of this inconvenience I still had one major jol at the festival. I borrowed random dude’s spare pair of Adidas shades for the weekend (which he eventually gave to me just before he left the festival). Random dude forgot his tent pens at our campsite, so I picked them up and took them back to Pretoria with me. A year later he phoned me and asked me if I still had them. He gathered them from me in 2007 when they drove into the camping area and was able to pitch his tent.

The Feet Licking Dare (2007): We were a huge group of people that year. There were more than 20 tents in our camp site. 2 of my crazy friends from Middelburg in Mpumalanga were on a mission on day 2 of the festival. First they dared our one friend that he would not eat half a raw onion like an apple for R250. He finished it, and they had to pay up. Then they dared anyone in our camp site that they would not lick our one friend’s feet for R400. That friend had been wearing the same slops for 2 days and his feet was extremely dirty. 2 of the girls in our camp site were out of drinking money and took to this task, each tackling one of his feet with their tongues. 3 friends rushed off into the bush to vomit, and we caught the whole incident on video. And yes its on YouTube (if you were wondering).

Saved by the Oppikoppi Cowboy (2010): My friend Sara and I arrived at Oppikoppi at night time, forcing us to pitch our tents and make our way to the stage ASAP to catch some of the excellent music on offer. We didn’t really bother to note where our tents were and proceeded partying our asses off till midnight at the top bar. We eventually got lost for 6 hours on the farm (a record for your’s truly) trying to find our camp site. Eventually we gave up, phoned a friend (who shall forever be known as the Oppikoppi Cowboy) and drove around till we found our camp site. It turns out that the one left turn we refused to take the whole time would have led us to our camp site. I also recall hearing all the people lost in Freedom Avenue refer to it as “The Long Road to Freedom”. Getting no sleep on night one of the festival didn’t deter our spirit and we ended up having one of the greatest Oppikoppi festivals we’ve ever experienced.

There you have it, 5 stories from Oppikoppi festivals of Yesteryear. If you have a story to share, please comment on this post and share it with the readers of Running Wolf’s Rant. If you’ve enjoyed reading this post, please share it with your friends on Facebook and Twitter.

If you want to get an idea of how much I’m looking forward to this festival, check out my post featuring 5 Reasons Why I am looking forward to Oppikoppi This Year. Warning: This might just get you extremely excited.

Don’t forget to book your tickets to this festival early. To get your ticket to South Africa‘s premier music festival, head on over to the Standard Bank youth portal for your discounted R600 tickets. They supplement each ticket for the fans and you DO NOT have to be a Standard Bank client to make use of this service. You can also obtain tickets on the Oppikoppi Festival Facebook page for R700 or for R750 from Ticketbreak.

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  1. Last year, was my 1st year at Oppi. I love Festivals so I was super amped to take the bus from Stellenbosch to JHB. We got a lift from a random friend of a friend, and I forgot one of our friends (@jeanjordaan’s) bag (with all his clothes, booze and everything) at the bus station. The festival was amazing. On Sunday evening I met a friend of a friend, and we hit it off by watching all the bands together and just having a fun festive vaaib (some people were man-down by Sunday – laaaame). I think it was while watching LARK, that we started kissing. Later, after the evening was ‘done’, we sat on the grass while the Wedding DJs were playing, drinking coffee and getting ready for the last night at the top bar. We made our way there, partied with new and old friends, and then started walking down to go to sleep (it was at like3/4am). At every light on our way down the hill from the top bar, we would start kissing again, and whenever people walked past I would mock-fight with him and start fake-crying about his problem with hitting me… The story isn’t THAT funny, but there was a few times I had to stop drunk okes who wanted to attack my friend. Drunk people. So gullible!

  2. Some condensed highlights from my 5 OppiKoppi’s:

    1) Taking a “nap” on a camping chair and waking up to being pulled onto a truck with someone handing me a beer. (2005 – Wired)
    2) Trying to convince my (then-)girlfriend that it’s safe to walk to the loo’s at night and passing a guy singing to himself “Satan loves me, this I know…” (2006 – Rock, Paper, Scissors)
    3) Falling off the Koppi at the techo/electro stage. My knee was quite f’ed, but I didn’t spill a drop of my drink or put a scratch on my phone (both were in my hands). (2007 – Way of the Dassie)
    4) A hot, older… “friend”… getting rather psycho with my friends. (2010 – Sexy. Crooked. Teeth)
    5) “Going to sleep” on my back and almost joining the 27-club by asphyxiating on my own vomit. THAT is why you don’t do anything alone at ‘Koppi. (2011 – Unknown Brother)

    And many more, but those are the ones I can recall at the moment without assistance from witnesses.

  3. My best Oppi ever was the Easter Oppi in 2009 – We went in a huge group and had shirts made with our OPPI Logo. “FAKTOR”. Everyone though we were in a band, wich got me a shit load of free boose the entire weekend. The Friday I started a little early and by 13:00 I was hugging trees and doing hippie earth dancing. My friends decided to go back to the tent and do the braai thing, while Marco (My cousins boyfriend) and I decided to stay and party up a storm with all our “groupies” who thougt we were in a band. I cant remeber much from the night before, all I do know is that i woke up with a hangover from hell and my cousin screeaming and shouting like a crazy person. Some where during our Party time some chick wrote: Phone me Mr Sexy with her number on Marco’s Ass with permanent Marker. So I got up to try and sort out the fight just to find all our friends really pissed off cause someone stole all their braai meat. (The Braai meat was discovered by Wilco like a few hours later in the groud covered with sand) And then Marco Remembered that in our drunken state of mind we decided to bury the meat just incase we wake up hunger and our friends ate it all!!!!!! ‘acting like dogs when we are drunk” became our motto


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