After a few days in Maun it was off to Ghanzi. A little more colour in the scenery with the trees, but really, another long boring straight stretch. We crossed the Ngwanalekau Hills (why should I be the only one trying to pronounce these names?) and Tsau Hills, but as far as I could see, all was as flat as a pancake.
Which was not surprising as we were back in salt-pan country, one of them being called, according to my whimsical map, Peter Pan, just inside the Kalahari Game Reserve.

On uninteresting stretches of road the GPS can sometimes be a bit of a diversion to play with, but I'd long since run out of things to do with it.
But, I thought, I'd set it to point at Cape Agulhas, the southernmost tip of the continent and my final destination (I hope).

Ahh! We've broken one thousand! Only nine hundred and ninety five miles to go, as the crow flies.
And even better, the bearing is 199 degrees and our track right now is 192 degrees, so only seven degrees off. And would you believe it? Ahead is a slight, imperceptible bend to the right...... and now our track is 199 degrees, dead on course!!
What's our Estimated Time of Arrival? (One of the most useful features of GPS devices in my opinion).
It says 9:30am. But sadly, doesn't say which day, or even the month.
Some mental arithmetic makes 995 miles about twenty hours of continuous riding, so that's 9:30am tomorrow!!
Wow, only one day to Cape Town, if the road continues dead straight at 199 degrees and I don't stop for anything!

But I did stop, for this photo, about halfway to Ghanzi across this north-west corner of The Kalahari:

"Steer 199 degrees, Mr. Helmsman, and be careful of Peter Pan. It's a few miles off our port bow."

"Aye aye, Cap'n."

So I won't be in Cape Town tomorrow I'm afraid.......
But - it all helps to keep the mind active in retirement.
(I don't suppose you'd say the same about reading this stuff......)

Tomorrow is one year since departure, I'll probably still be in Ghanzi, maybe crossing a bit more of The Kalahari and into Namibia on the 15th.