was musing again last night as I do & wondering how many words I have written in this blog, it must be pushing 10,000– it feels like a dissertation but more fun. It's quite a commitment but I think I shall miss it when I stop in an odd way...there's another 40 odd... I found the disposal point for the chemical toilet...in the area that in the process of being developed..sat on it's own. They don't have a clue... Off we go after a lengthy goodbye to Yasin who was, by this time, overly friendly if you see what I mean. The old road for 16km through forests next to the river & the bridge whose base had washed away in the storms & a government chappie with a theodolite was doing his thing. Then onto
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