Back to Gaborone

All good things must come to an end and so we had to return to Gaborone, to school and to work. We were leaving right from the farm and were a bit worried about getting stuck in the sand on the dirt road on the way out and so Otniel had very kindly agreed to drive with us in his red truck which also meant we would have to leave quite early so he could get to work Monday morning. And so by the bright light of the moon we sadly departed the farm and the cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents, hoping that we might return soon. There had been a big rain storm the night before, strangely as the rainy season is supposed to be over (has happened recently in Gaborone as well). Once off the dirt road, a couple of hours on the gravel road and then turn left on the tarred road and it is straight, practically to our front door. The farm is in far eastern Namibia very close to the Botswana border, and within 30 km we were at the border. Then, the same, fortunately completely uneventful, trip back to Gaborone. By 5 pm we were unpacking, gathering piles of laundry and getting ready for the first day of term 2 at Thornhill.