Sitting at the breakfast table at Melkboomsdrift B&B,with a much welcomed peaceful view, I can now reflect back on the misfortunes of yesterday.
The exact area where my car broke down is called Aggenuys, wich is a local term for the Afrikaans word " aggenee" wich also perfectly described my feeling at the time, Oh no!
So I got towed to Springbok, with a higher than normal view, I could really get a sense of the wide open spaces from my now, elevated position. 90km and 1 1/2 hours later we arrived in Springbok. There was no time to waste as we still had 250km to go, and at an average speed of 65km/h, this was going to be one very long day.
Oom Bertus was good company, being more of a tour guide than a tow truck driver, he explained a lot of Namakwaland history, and also gave hints and tips on when to come view the endless fields of flowers, that this area is famous for.
The best thing about Oom Bertus though, is his method for telling jokes. They all go more or less like this:
Da was n boer, n ingelsman, en n joed (Jew) , toe seg di amegikaner ( american) vi die joed, .....nee wag, iek het om nou vekierd gevat, die amegikaner se toe vi die duitser.....iek kan nou nie mooi unthou van die vleis van die storie nie, ma elk geval, toe wen die boer die argument uit die ard vanni saak!
How is that for entertainment?