What make is your horse?.... Male!

And so it began...We left the bustling city of JHB from the Inanda club in sandton with the all infamous...Push Start due to complete ignition failure! Rocked in on through morning traffic down william nicol to heads turning in all directions thinking "What is this machine of Death we three chaps inside?" Not to mention the rocking surfboard on the roof.....So things start to fall apart. Back left speaker failure 10000, Ignition failiure 20000, Jerry can super leak 5000 litres, passenger seat unmovable resulting in rear passenger failure... but great times....

The Botswana border finally arrived... while going through customs the gentleman in front of us was promptly asked "What make of horse are you transporting?" to which he replied "Male!" ...classic!!!

Fuel - Not a problem, we've got a jerry can! Um no! 20 km short of Kang, middle of NOWHERE and the only fuel station for miles we run out of fuel, yes jerry can too. So accomodation for the night is free at the all infamous super camp site city (Side of lion infested road). The night was warm for myself but for a few other travellers, cuddled together on a (I forgot the mattress) floor it was all so much colder.

The sunrise was incredible as was the accompanied "Boskak" taken with the faithful Machete.

No fuel, no ignition, no speaker and a little chilly, Nick gets the opportunity to hitchhike, not before kicking fish's ass at backgammon. An hour and a half later, 1 jerry can with the last of our Pula inside and we had fuel, In my absence Jared the infamous self taught auto-electrician managed to fix the speaker, CD player and Ignition! "99 problems but inginition aint one!"

After a good lesson in fuel management techniques (Great Course) it was onwards to the Namibian border and Windhoek...