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Yesterday we rode from Lobatse to Kang, and today from Kang to Gobabis. The straightest, longest line of tar we ever encountered. The excitements were limited to sudden speed reductions (which we religiously adhered to), ostriches darting off or alongside the bikes, as well as cattle, donkeys, goats, sheep and horses next to, or in the middle of, the road.
In Kang I had a long conversation about San and Tswana tribes with a guy named "Super" in a leopard onesie, while De Witt was buying groceries. Super had to steady himself (from laughing and other intoxications) when I told him we are going all the way up to Spain. He thought we were crazy. We stopped at the local Shebeen to buy two quarts of Black Label for ourselves, as well as two more for the group of guys hanging out in the shade outside the bar, who were very impressed and promptly helped us to push the bikes back through the thick sand onto the harder gravel. Those Zamaleks were straight from heaven! The kilometer or two of thick sand to the Kalahari Rest Lodge where we stayed, just outside Kang, made us realise that we still have a long way to go. Sand is tricky and we suspect that Namibia and Angola have plenty in store for us. Anyway, we are now in Gobabis. All went well. Tomorrow we continue our journey, realising how much we have to be grateful for.
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AuthorThis blog was written by Dr. Jean Cooper. For my work as organisational psychologist, adventurer and writer, go to www.jeanhenrycooper.com 
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