On the road to Kgalagadi. First exit: Centurion , August 16th

I really get used to the South African time. I actually wanted to take off at 8 this morning and I made it at 10. Cool, eh? After I had breakfast enjoying that stunning view from the wilderness camp I picked up two spare fuel tanks at Stephan's house and had a look at the tame bush baby again. This time it wouldn't bite me though. Very cute thing, whenever Stephan's there it sleeps under his pullover. I'd sleep all day too, what else is the use of scientists calling me nocturnal. :-| Speaking of which...man, do I look tired on these pictures?

So I arrived in Makhado to get some diesel (I have to admit that I was -and still am- a bit nervous about getting on this trip all by myself...but it'll get better as time goes by) and then went to the post office to pick up my books I had forgotten at Niel's and Nicolette's place on Monday. If I had known earlier that I would show up in Centurion even before I actually take off to Far, Far Away, I wouldn't have forced Niel into the hustle of sending them in the first place. But anyway...

So the actual ride was ok. AC/DC to start with, then Metallica, Machinehead and Danko Jones full throttle. I saw quite a few funny signs (or not so funny ones like "status tombstones") by the road which distracted me from the really boring straight-line drive to Pretoria at 34 degrees celsius. One stop in Polokwane, one just before I reached Pretoria and that was it. 4 hours, 397 kilometers. I hope it'll be as easy on my way to Kuruman tomorrow...

So guess what we had for dinner? Right! Godfather spare ribs, prawns, baked potato...you name it! Now I am full and tired like hell...

Have a good night everyone, sleep well or enjoy the Saturday night out!

Lekker aand ("good night" in Afrikaans)!

Stefan

P.S.: in case you haven't noticed: Kruger and Lajuma pictures are online now...