By Roxanne Reid
‘Knock, knock, anyone there?’ It was our last afternoon at the Tatasberg wilderness camp in the Richtersveld Transfrontier Park and a young woman with a toddler in her arms had come to ask if we had a tow-rope. Her overconfident hubby had ventured into the riverbed with a 2x4 and discovered how to get stuck in deep sand. We were about to find that no good deed goes unpunished.
‘Knock, knock, anyone there?’ It was our last afternoon at the Tatasberg wilderness camp in the Richtersveld Transfrontier Park and a young woman with a toddler in her arms had come to ask if we had a tow-rope. Her overconfident hubby had ventured into the riverbed with a 2x4 and discovered how to get stuck in deep sand. We were about to find that no good deed goes unpunished.
