The mystery of the vanishing shorts: I had done laundry yesterday and hung it on the lines provided. This morning, there was a yawning gap on the line where my shorts should have been. All my other stuff was there. Send for Clouseau. Luckily all the chaps in our group were right there within yards, and were able to confirm that they had laundered no shorts yesterday. Only two others on the campsite? Yes, that's what I thought, too. Curiously, my shorts turned up in the unseemly pile of kit about to be stuffed into a Canadian rucksack. I somehow managed to find the diplomatic form of words to get them repatriated.
First stop on today's road day was an ATM. Then the Grootfontein Spar supermarket, so that the team could buy victuals for our next few days' meals. Along the way we took lunch at the site of a truly giant meteorite, a nice interlude, and the site was impressively spotless. Just before arrival at the night's campsite, we did a short game drive, in the truck this time, around the Dik Dik Drive. Guess what: the Namutoni campground also is deserted apart from AiF. And the theme of spotless facilities continues. Excellent.
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