Namakwaland

First night in a tent and I am still feeling the ground. Drove through a big chunk of Namaqualand. Famous for its spring flowers, today we started through acres of citrus in really sandy soils. Small towns brimming with the workers in from the surrounds for a a Saturday in town. Through into the vast namakwaland plains, for as far as the eye could see, broken only by sparodic plantations of grapes in small sunken valleys. It is dry and dusty and a taste of what's in store as we approach the Namib desert.