And so it began...

After six months of planning, we finally departed from Pretoria today. An eager crowd of family, friends, colleagues and sponsors gathered at Trax Moto, and a couple of bikes rode with us through Pretoria and around the Fountain's Circle. From there we took the N14 towards Krugersdorp, off at R512 towards Magaliesburg, Derby, Koster, Swartruggens and Zeerust.
 
In Zeerust we stopped for a hamburger at the Wimpy and decided to push through to cross the border before nightfall, crossing our fingers that the border wouldn't be too busy.
 
In spite of the kilometer or two long queue of trucks waiting in line at the border post, things were quiet, and we passed through the South African side without a fuss. (We luckily didn't have to wait in line behind the trucks!)
 
When we reached the Botswana side, De Witt's heart stopped for a second or two until the officials accepted that this Australian South African is in fact a South African Australian but promises to be a South African South African hence forth through Africa...;-)
 
Grateful to be able to do something like this. In Derby the onlookers of our smoke break, high on Nyaope, barely 16, reminded us of our immense privilege. And responsibility.