Tuesday, 2nd October DAY 13
Last night was the coldest night of the trip and I sleep fitfully. Warming quickly in the rising sun, we break camp and leave Tantebane at 7.30am.
We thread our way through a quiet Francistown and then take the road southward towards Gaberone. We travel through many police roadblocks with no interference at all this time. The road has many cattle and donkey corpses lying on the verge – no doubt the result of late night collisions. At Malapye we fill the tanks to the brim which represents a substantial saving of nearly R6/lt. Then with takeaway sandwiches we turn east and travel towards the border post of Parr’s Halt.
We try valiantly to find some shade to stop under for lunch but eventually find a little. Next we come across a Botswanan motorist stranded in his old Audi next to the road. He requests “being jumped” which Chris is quick to infer means jumper leads for his weak battery so after a while his car screams to life with Chris at his wheel, accelerator pressed to the floor. Many smiles and thanks and we are on our way.
Botswanans have a healthy disregard for the rules of the road. They speed continually and barrier lines are there to be crossed. On the gravel road towards Parr’s Halt a car approaches on the wrong side of the road. We are now on a collision course but he keeps resolutely on, straight for us. Eventually Dudley swerves onto the right hand side of the road and our Botswanan speeds by cheerily waving as if nothing is wrong. Africa is not for the fainthearted and there is never a dull moment.