Les's Blog
Wednesday 23rd June
Breakfast is on par with this woman’s housework. The eggs are floating in the brown grease which was used to fry the boerewors and the toast just shattered in an explosion of black charcoal upon the pressure of my knife. It’s a 350 mile run down to Beaufort West, our next intended stop. Again there’s not much in-between apart from the town of Kimberly to break up the long journey. One small place we did go through though has a speed restriction (as most of them do) but neither Jan nor I saw the sign. There’s a policeman standing in the road with his hand up; it’s the usual ‘do you know how fast you were going’ etc, and ‘can I see your licence, oh you’re from England (please don’t start) carry on Sir, have a nice day’. To have gotten away with doing 84k in a 60k limit was unbelievable really; I suspect it’s got something to do with The World Cup, who knows, I’m sure I’ll find out in a couple of months. Beaufort West is not a bad place to stop, it has hundreds lodges, hotels, B&B’s and so on, so we cruise up and down looking for a suitable place rest our heads. In the end we plump for a room in a Formula One, a sort of bottom of the scale Travel Lodge but at least it will be clean and we know what we’re getting as we have stayed in them before in France. After settling in we go out to buy a sim card for our phone. The woman wants to see a passport but we have left them in the safe in the landrover; no problem; much to her bemusement I give her all the details of mine as I’m now able to recite them off by heart. Apart from that it’s back to the hotel to watch the England game on the telly.
