Elephant Sands

We left camp at 8am. Our first stop was Spar to get more meat and then hide it in a cool bag in the back of the caravan because of the foot and mouth disease precautions. Then we went back to chequers for avocado’s and bread.
It was then a 380km, that’s roughly 250 miles to elephant sands and Ellie felt sick all the way and we had to keep stopping for her to throw up. The roads were a nightmare with huge potholes and the worst roadworks we had ever driven through. To top it off when we reached elephant sands we realised they had booked us in for March and they were full but the girl managed to squeeze us in.
Luckily we got there when we did because we got one of the last pitches, everyone after us had no shelter or designated spot.
This is not how we remember elephant sands, it has got much bigger with more chalets and designated camping areas. The whole place is chockablock.To top it off because of the recent rains there’s no elephants. Only one came down in the evening, but Ellie could do with the rest so we will have a relaxing day here tomorrow before moving on.Meer informatie