Smokin’

On the road out of Kruger, some white smoke started coming out of the front of the car. The engine went dead. Ralph and I looked at each other. Then we stared at where the smoke was coming from. I realised one does quite a lot of staring at times like this (is it just me). Anyway long story short, it was the aircon, steam not smoke, we started up again and headed for the Mozambican border fresh as daisies…yes we still have aircon (blush).

We got through the border easily, and passed through all but one roadblock. The smiling official asked us to pay a ‘fine’ with the opening words “I’m honest”. We were actually glad to hear it, as we knew at least we’d be able to get the cost down, which we did by half.