April Holiday 2

Trip Start Jan 12, 2007
Trip End Jun 09, 2007

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Monday, April 9, 2007

The next day, Frank and I woke up and had the bakkie packed with plenty of time to wait on Preya to dry her hair.  Two hours later, no joke, we rolled out of Upington to the Augrabies Falls National Park.  Rumbling past dusty farms and one lane roads brought us to the oasis that sustains the entire region.  The same river, the Orange River, which creates the relative oasis of Upington is also responsible for the impressive thunder of the Augrabies Falls.  Said to be the Niagara Falls of Africa, I saw it during the dry season and was still very impressed. We spent several hours wandering around the heights of the falls and exploring some very interesting rock formations shaped by centuries of wind scraping one grain away at a time and then baked hard again by the oppressive sun.  Even with the river there, the area is still barely more than a dessert with wide open views and little shelter from the elements.  The bigness of everything is a reminder of how tiny we really are.
Our morning was a pleasant diversion, but was not the only one of the day.  Several hours through the dessert and nothingness brought us to the dorp (villiage) of Pofadder.  Named after the rather nasty snake by the Afrikaaners who could not fathom why anyone would want to live in such harsh conditions, the town is little more than a blinking light along the road.  Even so, it still easily captures the title of being the largest town for almost a days travel in any direction.  We stopped here for supper in a small dinner attached to a quick stop, which they opened just for us.  Judging by the look of the place, we had been the only patrons in quite some time.  When we arrived there, before any of us said anything, one of the locals called out "You must be a long way from home". 
Back on the road again night was approaching, the sun fervently clung on to life before the darkness struck the last blow.  The colors slowly bled out staining the sky vibrant reds, purples, and yellows which pulsed the last breaths of its life.  We spent the night in Springbok, nestled in the fragile embrace of the mountains there.
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Daniel, your writing makes me smile. I love the descriptions. The falls must have been something to behold even with the glimpses of its splendor seen in these photos. BTW, why didn't Preya just let the wind driving dry her hair.

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