If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal - Paulo Coelho

11 March 2019, Lemoenkloof Farm to Vanrhynsdorp, 26,4km
Vanrhynsdorp Caravan Park R400

We pumped our tyres to 5 bar at the Engen garage on the outskirts of Klawer, and consumed a breakfast of sausage roll (chicken, in fact) for Charl and chocolate muffin for me before hitting the road. The ride to Vanrhynsdorp was short, but tough and slow through a desolate landscape.
Walking in the same direction we were travelling, we saw a vagabond I had seen the previous day many kilometers before Klawer. I caught sight of him then just leaving a designated picnic area, where, in a layby, a cement table and chairs under a thatch roof had been placed for travellers to take a break. One or more bins are always installed at these spots, though often the contents have been spilled, making for a less-than-pristine setting. As I passed the picnic spot, I saw the bin leaning at an angle and assumed the man had been rummaging for food, or perhaps for something to recycle. Anyway, he had walked a long way since then, his arms through the handles of his single bag, backpack style. Charl stopped to ask him where he was headed. He waved down the road and muttered something about “familie” (family) in “die ander plek” (the other place). After they parted company, Charl bethought himself of the apple he was carrying, and though quite a long way ahead of the man, he waved it at him and set it down where he was most likely to see it. No way in hell to walk in his shoes for even one minute.

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