March 9: The River Up To Grootkolk:
Because we were due to head down south again the next day, we decided to turn around and head back north for the rest of the day.
We trundled our way back up to Polentswa and along the way we came across the following usual suspects before arriving back at the waterhole.
A weaver trying his best to make wifie happy
Some testosterone loaded gemsbok
Another family of Kalahari Kentucky
When we eventually arrived back at Polentswa it was about 1 .30 pm, and getting pretty hot, and the locals were pitching up to get their midday pint.
We watched the procession for an hour or so and decided to make the most of where we were and to head further north.
I did mention that it was mid day and getting hot.
We should have saved the petrol.
We have no photos of this particular afternoon (Only Videos) so we saw pretty much zip.
Except for this chap crossing the road
However, what we did experience were flooded roads as we got up towards Grootkolk. The puddles, no, pools of water were pretty deep and fairly long, up to 800m at times. I drove up (not without stress, white knuckles and a lot of prayer) and after a while, when we reached a particularly long flooded section we decided to turn around. That is when survival clicks in and you hand the keys to your SO, which I duly did.
I had lots of fun videoing her as she negotiated the road I had already come up, but unfortunately, the language is unsuitable for a family forum, so you will need to use your imagination…. Sorry!!
We got about halfway back when we met up with enrico and his SO on their way up to Grootkolk.
(we had met them the previous day but I forget where

)
He was also extremely nervous of the pools of water, but with our best wishes he pressed on.
We eventually got back to camp that evening and enjoyed our last evening at Polentswa.
A stunning sunset, braai, a stunning days sightings and with my BBF… Who could ask for more
