Wednesday 3 June 2009

The idea was to camp near the border this evening but the land was very agricultural and all cultivated so there was nothing else for it but to knock on someone's door and ask to camp in their garden. The house we chose didn't have a garden but did have a veranda so we were offered that, although we were lated upgraded to the living room floor. The village didn't have a pub so we were taken by one of the extended family (who all seemed to be called Borat) to the local shop where we sat and had a cold beer whilst being quized by the locals.