Up early (again), packed and on the road by eight. The plan was to go by the Ghanzi crafts market - it's supposed to be very good for Kalahari Bushmen crafts. Unfortunately it was closed - it's the day before Easter.
About two hours into the drive we spotted a cloud of vultures circling something 100 meters off the road - we got excited hoping for a lion kill. When we drove off the highway to get nearer we realized it was a horse carcass - no evidence of how it died. Spent about half an hour watching the vultures - it was gruesome, but fascinating.
The rest of the day was long - nearly fourteen straight hours in the car (breaks only to get gas twice, to watch the vultures, and to cross the border). About twenty kilometers before the border we got caught in a speed trap. All day the speed limit had been 120 km/h (the Land Rover maxes at about 90), but now it was 60 - the police claimed there was a sign but we didn't see it. Dean claimed to have no Pula on him and told the police we were coming back to Botswana so they gave us a ticket (i.e. a souvenir) and we were on our way. We ended up getting to the border minutes before six (they close at six) and we were rushed through - probably the quickest border crossing ever! Maybe we learned a new trick...
Finally found the hostel we were looking for sometime after eleven - they'd moved from where the guide book had them. Everyone was too tired to eat so it was straight to bed.
