This giraffe with old wounds...their skins are so bad, one never knows what happened!
It was quiet on up the S-36, as we revived a bit in the aircon!
Around a corner, who should we see approaching but Dwarf, operating The Dong! 
Dw: "G'day, mates!" (He has this irritating habit, as he now has family in Australia...
)RP: "Hello. You're late!"
Dw: "Ja, I did drove up to Orpen after having gone to the office quickly despite having being on leave and I went to do shopping and Blahblahblabla...." (One tunes out after a while, as his stories are deathly boring...
)Anyway, this solved a problem!
Borderline only drinks "tea" when he is on a bachelor trip, these days, and was becoming insufferably all-knowing and opinionated and overbearing by that stage of the afternoon, so we volunteered him to join Dwarf in the Dong!
And off we went!
Dw: "And so anyway, I were drove up through Hazyview, and then up the tar road to near Bushbuckridge, which does reminds me of a Land Dispute according to Article..."
BL: "Rubbish! Bushbuckridge does not exist!"
Dw: "Yes it does, and then I drove through Bushbuckridge..."
BL: "F-you man! That was Hoedspruit!"
etc. etc...
The tar road to Orpen! Spot the aminal!
And Mr de Vos next to us...didn't seem to be a beggar?
It was the second time that day that canids were running next to the car for some reason...
Cross-country!
And the first base camp!
Long time no smell, I must say! 
and recently again, which I only found out about later