If you turn right at Eksteenfontein:

You can ride into the middle of nowhere and sleep wherever you want:

Which leads to some serious happiness when you've been spending too much time in citylife making other people happy and behaving like a caged animal.
Oh, I don't think I mentioned, this was the shakedown ride of brother-man's new little toy:

...which is annoyingly lovely. Weighs about the same as a 250, seems to have only marginally less power than an R1 and makes my previously delightful ride seem like a carthorse. Not fair. There's a silver lining to every cloud, though, because it's tricky to keep on the road under just about any conditions. The brother says it's suspension settings, but we'll see about that.
But the campsite was spectacularous:

and the braai grid devastatingly effective:

Since neither of us have, amazingly enough, had to use a tire iron for their intended purpose in the last 50,000km we figured something had to be done with them.
Happiness is half a bottle of whiskey and coke and an African night sky:
