I have woken up in Hoedspruit this morning. Literally, in it.
This can only mean one of two things: that it really does exist, or that after yesterday’s early start and then driving 550km – much of it on dirt roads populated by cattle, kudu and potholes – I have crossed over to the other side.
Either option seems plausible.
Sidenote: There are a lot of dogs in Hoedspruit. A lot.
Quite barky.