McDougall’s Bay

The sweet smell of damp earth early this morning proved it had indeed rained last night, despite the racket of trucks up and down the N7 keeping me awake, most of last night.😖 Franken-Riff's false promises of a pleasant night was bullshit! After so many silent Karoo nights, to hear all this traffic was chaotic!

Springbok is a town like you would see on an American horrendous 'who'dunnit' movie. The guy pulls up at a Motel with his 'gay' bakkie, goes into the Saloon, meets a chick and he/she gets murdered... and wa,wa,wa!!! And tonight there is loadshedding, not unlike last night and every other night in every other coastal town we have visited!!! Luckily 'Franken-Riff' is way down in the Springbok conubation right now (I hope)!!!

Around every curve and over every hill is a different vista. Mainly flat open and sandy spaces, sparse karoo scrub and rocky ridges and ranges. Just when I thought we had done the worst, the 'Badlands' were still shimmering agead!

With the thick mist and distant rain, 'Franken-Riff' could easily have been lurking anywhere! Over the one hundred or so kilo's covered today, I think only one car passed us, and ten from the opposite direction. The wind continued to pummel us head-on, but at least Merwe and Nakkie might get a look in for some rain, back at the ranch!

As the caravan continued to buck like a Bronco, slowly we entered Port Nolloth, by now as slowly as we descended Aninous and Windpoort Passes. I'm calling myself the 'King of the Passes', while Karen prevents herself hurling out of the side window! Nothing like overtaking an 18 wheeler long-rig, grinding down a Namaqualand mountain-pass, with a 'Fortuner and X-Cape' rig of our own, with a belching wife alongside! Makes Disneyland Amusement Park feel like a 'damp-squib'!!!

All the while, Karen and I are entering the last third of our unbelievable adventure. Nothing today happened yesterday and equally tomorrow will be so different to today! We may not have had a run or a swim every day in the past fortnight, but like everything else time is simply running away with us. We have packed-in, enjoyed and lived every moment of every day for the past two months now, the UK better be bloody up to it, when we get there! If we ever come back and down to Earth.

The Port Nolloth campsite is right on the beach as the crashing and cold Atlantic pounds outside!

That's not noise, like the wind that's the sound of life, alive!

Love, Peace and Light
M&K
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