After self-driving Etosha National Park, we returned to Windhoek and waved goodbye to our Nambian 4×4 camping car and boarded the Intercape coach to embark upon the twenty hour journey to Cape Town, South Africa. This was hardly the hard travel to which we had become accustomed in Africa. The Intercape Sleepliner is the biggest, most luxurious road-transport that I’ve ever used. Alright, it’s not a patch on the Rotel but, hey, we’re not in Argentina yet!

After claiming that I seldom sleep on upright seats in coaches and aeroplanes, I’m pleased to report that I slept thirteen of the twenty hours; much to the annoyance of a red-eyed Squifter who was less able to rest.

Having said that, having to queue up in the cold with a hundred other people to get through the Namibia/South Africa border crossing at 3:30am in the rain was a rude interruption to my peaceful slumber and wasn’t too much fun either.