The Afro-Log


Day 10 – July 23

(CHRIS)  We were eating breakfast at 9am when CHRUS from Garies showed up, looking much like Joe Defauw of Christendom College fame.  He had driven 60 km’s to help our poor, cheap Rocsta.  He said the part we needed would be hard to find.  He fixed it so we could drive on 4WD (using only 2WD) to Garies.  When we arrived at his shop, he still had not got a return call from his supplier.
We walked around Garies as we waited.  This desert town had one back (we changed money), several groceries (we window-shopped), 2 hotels (we abstained) and one bar (we drowned our woes in a bottle.)  By lunchtime, it was decided that Chrus’ buddy in Springbok, 100 kms north (on our route to Namibia anyway, as was Garies from Bitterfontein) might be the man for the job.
He told us to ask for Godfree at CBS.  Altho his name turned out to be something else (Uud or Juden or Odd or Uoomph), he was a clever McGyver type.  He took our broken piece in his hands with a determined look and headed for the welding area.  By 5:30pm, he had welded together a solution even tho he had no access to the exact part he needed.  His boss kept saying, “He do good work.”  Ood said, “I do good work.”  His boss said he was the only man in 2000 kms who could have fixed out car.  Looking like C-dom’s Dr. Bork with a mustache, Ood almost smiled thru his cigarette smoke as he sent us on our way 684R poorer.
While waiting, we had bought groceries.  Sam and I also held the 1st ever Springbok Olympics.  Sam won in Elbow Coin Catching.  I won in Quarters Near the Wall.  Sam won in “Peanut to Mouth Catching – Tricks Division.”  But I won for distance.  I won in Stone Punting.  Sam won in Juggling.  The crowds went wild.  Black and white yutes watched us from the street in awe.
NAMIBIA AWAITED!  Another beautiful rocky desert sunset as we approached the border.  The crossing was no problem.  Still no one has asked for our Yellow Fever Vaccination paper or Ethiopian Visa we went thru so much trouble to get.
p.s. – we heard a San radio station on the way in – they spoke in clicks.
Just 50 km’s over the border and we took a dust road into Ai-Ais and Fish River Canyon National Park.  Ai-Ais means scalding hot in Namib.  There were supposed to be hot springs to soak in but they were closed for the night at our campsite.  After eating Alabama Garlic Cheese and crackers, we no longer felt like swimming in the pool, so we bedded down in the popular tent village.  (But not before I beat Sam in a game of cards called Speed! – No handicap – see EuroLog Switz)

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