Reservoir

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We made our way through South Africa to a town called Springbok where we stopped for lunch and some supplies. After a much welcomed KFC we made our way to the supermarket to buy some water. En route we witnessed a guy being bashed on the head by another guy with a rock as a Creole band played on in the background. We were later informed that it was payday and it’s really common for everyone to get drunk and fights are a regular result.
We pitched our tents later at a campsite by a reservoir. The place was full of flies. We’ve never seen so many flies in one place. Tiny little black ones that get in everything. Not much was done today except some chilling out. That evening was spent around a campfire where everyone reminisced about the trip which was almost over. Charlie (one of our tour guides), shed a tear or two as it was to be the end of her overlanding, a job which she had shared with her husband, Etienne, over the past seven years.

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