Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I suppose it had something to do with wishing that this part of our journey would never end. What we had seen of the Richtersveld was nothing but a pin-prick of what the area has to offer. What is it about the desolated desert? Why is it so difficult to leave? Perhaps one day I will have an answer, but for now, let us get on with packing up the tent, boiling the kettle and having our last cuppa on the Orange River before we begin our new adventure.
It was with a touch of sadness that we had to say "so long.." to a couple of the people we had spent our time with and one especially I have to mention is Nic Nel, "Sir Winston" as I fondly named him. Something about his character is the way I would imagine the great Statesman of all, Sir Winston Churchill. Perhaps it was the way Nic would take a walkabout with his whisky and have a chat with everyone in the early evening or was it the cloud of smoke from his pipe? Perhaps it is his knowledge of traversing difficult terrain and he has done a lot of exploring. Perhaps it's just the way he is.
His wife Jenny, appeared to be the epitomy of patience and I can actually picture her picking wild flowers and pressing them, keeping record of their journeys in a giant journal ...
After having taken each others photos and hugging and wishing each other well, the convoy took to the dusty track leading away from our little nest. Driving out of the area, we turned towards what looked like a patchy yellow carpet - very difficult to believe that these flowers are weeds and grow in very little soil.