Life does this sometimes, we went not from the sublime to the ridiculous, but t'other way about...
You will not be surprised to learn that folks were awake early this morning; the truck is not intended as a wagon lits. I was certainly awake at 0500, and I'll wager I was not the first. Early drinkies took place at 0600, preceding a drive to the rim of Fish River Canyon. Astounding place. The truck plonked us at one scenic overlook, then drove to another and waited for us to walk between the two. Excellent Kodak opps.
Breakfast was waiting back at camp, French toast and pork sausages went down a treat. No, Forest, there was no HP. The better news was that the sun was out and the tents were getting drier by the minute, making packing them less of a claggy trial.
The short journey to Ai-Ais took only 75 minutes, it being only at the other end of the canyon. I was expecting a tiny, tupenny ha'penny camp site, just enough to tide us over for one night en route to Orange River, the border with SA. But no! A wonderfully sophisticated spa resort presented itself to us as we rounded the bend, complete with aircon, full spa & massage facilities and trendy outside shower to each room. Some co-campers did not upgrade and stuck with their tents, but It was very noticeable that it was the four dormitory-truck colleagues who handed their money over for an upgrade pretty damn quickly.
Dinner was a garrulous barbecue affair out in the supremely-appointed cooking area attached to the site allocated to AiF. The veggie bake was supreme.
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