Oudsthoorn

Another morning of empty roads and exhilarating scenery (and, in places, some downright scary mountain passes) brought us to Oudsthoorn.

Not a lot to report here; we undertook a cursory tour of the town, but as the weather was scorching we felt the afternoon could be put to better use by partaking of 'light refreshment' somewhere...

Where better than the Art Rock Cafe -looking disconcertingly like your average British pub- which despite the heat was on the verge of closing when we arrived (15:00!); presumably because of an unexpected lack of custom. We felt it only fair to keep the barstaff busy for the next couple of hours to prevent them from getting bored.

Several pints of Castle lager, a bottle of wine, an Ostrich burger (well you have to really) and a rack of ribs later, it was all we could do to waddle up the hill to our hostel and collapse into a comfortable coma.