We were hot, tired and grumpy. So when the brittle brown landscape suddenly dissolved into a mirage of lush green grass, palm trees, ponds and cascading waters, we hauled a quick left and decided to bunk down for the night and start fresh the next morning.
And that’s when we saw De Werf in Keimoes and screeched to a stop. A small herd of springbok nibbled the improbably green grass and a spurwing goose waddled around, trailing a line of six fluffy goslings. So we booked in to one of the cottages and brought the
day’s troubles to a soothing end.
I can highly recommend stopping over at Keimoes’ De Werf on your way to the park; I’m still working on a solution for the homeward bound trip…
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