When we got to Pofadder, Jo gave these instructions: "Koop 'n bruinbrood, botter en 4 Powerades... Naartjie flavoured."
By the look on his face, I wasn't sure if he's going to make it to Klein Pella, as he might be giving birth to another Klein Pella on his way there.

The remainder of the crew stopped at each and every store we could find open on a public holiday to buy some meat and beers. And ofcourse the bread and naartjie Powerades.

The road from Pofadder was a stretch of tar before we turned right towards the mountains and Namibian border. This last stretch is an absolute pleasure to ride, with twisty bends, rises and dips etc.
We got to Klein Pella and found Jo in his undies with a relieved look on his face. It was evident that he'd just made it and was doing much better.

This was initially one of the places we'd camp, but a late change to the guesthouse meant that we slept in luxury!




Room with a view of the mountains and the pool. More on the pool in the next few posts...

