[I don’t know if anyone will like this. I write for myself really. Let know if you would like to read more]
As the car rolled to a complete halt, I banged the steering wheel with my hands. It wouldn’t help in the least but it made me feel a lot better, for about ten seconds. The engine fired once again, out of sheer spite then fell silent.
I sat back and looked around. In every direction, the southern Kalahari stretched, shimmering into the distance: gavel plains, crags, red baked earth, stunted juniper trees. This was crap.
I looked through the paper work on the passenger seat and found the phone number of the rental company back in Joburg. I tapped the number into the phone then looked dumbly at the phone: no signal. This bigger crap. The road from van Zylrus to Hotazel sees little traffic and it could be a long time before another car passes. I may even have to stay the night. I wasn’t overly concerned: I had water and I had food.