Postcard from Kimberley: Flat tyre

 

The drive back from Mitchell Falls

Driver: I will pull up and find what that noise is.

The noise is a flat tyre.

The jack doesn’t t do its job requiring a  hole in the road to be dug. Several of the male tourists help change the tyre.

My way of helping is to stay out of the way. Which I am good at. I wander around, up and down the road, and take a few photos.

It takes 75 minutes  to change the tyre. Not one car passes us during that time. 

 

Back at our camp we devour our meal.

After our long walk everybody is in a relaxed good mood. Relaxed and comfortable with everybody else in our group. We all know each other. Past basic introductions. Know what to expect from others. Unfortunately, they know what to expect from me.

Me: Mitchell Falls should be more famous. They deserve more visitors.

Tourist: We don’t want any more visitors. No resorts. They must do what we did. Walk.

Another tourist: There were a lot of people there. That’s enough.

Yet another tourist: It should be difficult. No bitumen roads. We don’t want tourist wrecking the place.