Rode miles to get to the border in waterproofs, gloves fit like a second skin over the wrinkled hands, I have a new hate, donkeys. People have trained them to walk on the road, not worry about cars and now millions have gone wild in Botswana because they own cars they wander all over the road, Worse than UK traffic cones, said to policeman why do you not just shoot them all and he replied we do not have enough bullets in Botswana.
Got through the borders, nice experience, officials were friendly and helpful, 15 minutes for the official bit and a few more for pleasantries. Into SA and back to nice fast twisties in the rain, watching the news there have been some terrible floods. 200km later into town and the rain stops. Arrived in Roodeporte and parked up etc etc. Went to sleep and have a puncture in the morning, one flat tyre. Could have been anywhere but she was good to me and waited until she was parked in the dry carport.

Feeling my age, 30, aches and pains, just like riding in the UK only a lot wetter, meant to be summer over here so can only get better. Having a bit of a rest, will service and fix tyre and contact Karen see if she was a cup of coffee.

The pier with no ice-cream:-(