Upington

The drive along the N14 reminded me a lot of driving in the outback in Australia. For hours the impossibly straight, long road stretched into the enormous blue sky on the horizon. The landscape was red, dry and rocky, covered in low scrub. Occasionally a yellow mongoose would dart across the road, the white tip of its bushy tail bobbing merrily. We stopped for the night in Upington at a camp by the river.