So I decided to defy the weather gods and head east along Route 62: fabulous roads and fabulous scenery even though I only saw the lower half (of the scenery) as the upper half was enveloped in cloud


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And it rained...and rained...so I spent the day in waterproofs.
But before it rained I fit to see a whole family if baboons crossing a dirt road I briefly followed. No photos I am afraid...but watching them carefully pick their way through the barbed wire reminded me of their capabilities (intellectual as well as physical).
About 4 I got to Oudtshoop, from which I was due to take a dirt road North over the Swartsberg Pass.
Thinking I was cold and that sounded like something better done in the dry in the morning, I was lured by the hyperbole to the Queen's Hotel in the town:
The lock up garage has gone b it t the facilities are excellent and still rather colonial, at a reasonable price.
Seen in 1870:
More recently:
and this evening:
A hot shower restored my bonhomie, and I am now sat in the lavish drawing room speculating idly whether to make a dash for Lesotho (a country I have always wanted to visit) but at the risk of rushing the visit AND following the bad weather across the country.
Also rather taken aback when I caught up with the sad news of the Ethiopian airlines crash this morning.

I have flown on Ethiopian for most of the legs of this odyssey, and indeed chatted to people who were connecting to the same Nairobi flight from Addis..
And more pertinently, I am flying Ethiopian in a week, back to London...but not AFAIK on that model plane.
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