Through sleepy eyes we packed the car, full of the things we would need for our trip, and then some. We checked that we had everything, that we had made all the necessary arrangments, and that we were set to go, and so we packed ourselves into the car and off we were.
We have been driving for hours by now, our co-pilot even fell fast asleep and made snorring sounds with mouth wide open, yet luckily our pilot was wide awake, and continued couragously with the journey, with some mild bemusement at the expense of the co-pilot. Rock music on the radio playing, and rather boring flat countryside for miles round, we three were the lone-rangers (it sounded cool, though if you think about it, lone we were not, and probably closer to the three stooges than actual cowboys), on the dusty trail to the great wonders of the Cape.
It would be a grueling journey, but through perseverence we would get to our distination in one piece... We were going to stay in a dodgy inn in Colesburg, where we might get butchered by chainsaw wielding Boere AWB hockey-mask wearing locals, but most probably escape, and make the story more interesting than just saying that we slept well...
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