It rains, sometimes, in the Kalahari in spring. If that happens, you must leave your routine quickly, and take the long road west. For miles there is nothing except monster mine machines, but then the flowers begin. First mostly succulents, then all sorts: a riot of colour. Even the ostriches enjoy it, and the hero’s among us could not stop waving their GoPro’s about.

There is more in the desert: In a hidden canyon a first nation tribe manages a small resort at a hot spring which is said to have healing powers. At least the rocks are magic!

It was a short break, and the road was long. But it was worth it!