To Springbok, South Africa: Or, A Lesson In Tidiness

September 25th took us, at last, back into South Africa...

Only a few more kilometers of corrugated washboard...

And then miles of wonderful tarmac, all the way to the border

And a final look at Namibian geology

And villages

And then, after an easy border crossing, back into South Africa;
and more croppies

And a small campground in Springbok; as soon as we were
out of Namibia, all the Brits took to washing the mud and the
dust off their rigs, cleaning their wind-shields (-screens), even
their wheels; I was aghast

Even the Australians

I was not going to be shamed into this; we had several more
days of driving ahead, and I could see significant storm clouds
coming our way (we eventually held a group meeting in one
of the campground's out-buildings to avoid the wind and rain;
in any case, I spent the time re-acquainting myself with a beer
brand I had not seen since the 1960s; our rig got its cleaning,
by "professionals," the day we turned it back in to Bobo in
Capetown; nonetheless, among the many lessons learned on
this trip was this lesson in tidiness