We were just outside Wellington, on the border of the desert, and the beers were still cold.We were on our way to the Tankwa Karoo National Park. About 60km back the route had curved sharply to the left, leaving behind lush vineyards and green hills, taking us into the bleached, eternal landscape of the Karoo.The Guinea Pig and I were elated - starting, as we were, on our second ice-cold Tafel lager.
