Yesterday (16th Nov) we drove 2 hours to this national park, home to Africa's 'Matterhorn'. There are a number of individual wild camp sites within the park and we were pretty much alone, save for a couple of other cars a mile or two away. When we say wild, we mean no toilets, water, 'leccy or for that matter Mango Butter cream. We set up camp in what appeared to be a suitable site. Now picture this. Both of us sat at our table, planning our next few days when the creature pictured here tapped Sue on the toe. Needless to say Sue lept in the air and, Scooby Doo style, Phill jumped in her arms, legs in the air. Now, Phill would never kill a creature. Though this was deemed an act of war and we agreed agression would be met with agression. Flip flops discarded, out came the size 11 Nike's. With all Phill's mite, he stamped. Rebound. The little bleeder ran off unscathed. We both learned something about Phill. Insects do not agree with him. We packed up and moved on. This monster is around the size of your thumb nail. Does anyone know what it is? Three sites later we found our home, atop solid granite. No animal burrows, dung or monsters. We drank wine, watching the sun set. The air cooled and the fire soon roared. Another 'yeah' moment. As the evening drew on we noticed a white glow from behind the rocky outcrop close to our camp. Could it be flood lights from the village some km's away? Perhaps a German tourist with the mother of all Maglite's? The answer came as a full moon appeared over the granite peak. Within seconds the plain around us was lit and shadows cast. We drank more wine. Sausages consumed, the wine finished, we climbed into our roof tent and starred up at the clear star filled sky. It was pretty cool. Back in Swapok' now, showered, Mango Buttered up and feeling human. Tomorrow we drive 4 hours south to see the worlds highest sand dunes. PaS