If you’ve spent any amount of time on this blog, you’ve probably realized by now that I love driving. Driving long distances, antique cameras, late night tv and caffeine, hey you got to have some vices. So Saturday morning we hopped in the big black car, headed out into the fog and pointed it towards Gabarone. Big empty road, amazing scenery and coffee out there at the Wimpy in Koster.

I once had a chat to someone who came from Koster, his only comment was “if you swing to catch a chicken you’ll miss it”. I’m still not sure about that expression, but I suspect that it says a lot about people who grew up in Koster.

LeeAnne and Giles got married in the middle of a large piece of veld near her parents house in Phakalane, under a large tree. The reception was a private garden affair, a large tent pitched under the stars, lambs roasting on spits and tons of candles.

Hours later, the taste of the lambs still lingering on my taste buds, the sun is up again and V and I are sitting in the breakfast room at Judy’s B&B, there’s an Australian parrot called Bingo sitting on the chair next to me. I’m downing a mug of hot coffee and mentally going through the images we took the day before – there are some killer bee ones in there. I’m thinking about the drive back as the caffeine seeps into my bones, Bingo says nothing.

We’re watching the sun set over LeeAnne and Giles’ beautiful garden wedding near Phakalane, Botswana (don’t even, there’s no way to pronounce that without sounding rude).

It’s 11pm, we’re somewhere east of Gaborone, I think it’s east of it, hell I could be west of Gaborone. I kind of lost direction about eleven hours ago when we did a U-turn in the industrial sector. Cell C reception disappeared early this morning when we entered the Groot Marico district. What I do know is that it’s 11pm or somewhere just after. We’re in the bush near Gaborone in an all terrain vehicle with no windows, hurtling down a hill in the dark, towards somewhere hopefully warmer. There are about 20 other people in the vehicle and they are all singing in a language I think is Setswana. I’m writing this on a piece of paper in the dark, because I don’t want to forget, I’m not sure that photos can convey the effect of being out here.

Finally back home after a 400km ride across the border. Just checked the pics, backed them up, there is a migraine settling behind my left eye. You’re going to have to settle for just the one photo until Monday.