The geo-tag on the photo says "bo-karoo". A sign that Nyati's pushed through to the edge of wild country. It's actually the confluence of the Orange & Vaal rivers, & like any untamed natural river bank, a bit grubby.
Grubby it might be, but the geographical & historical importance of this spot is almost tangible. It's an easy place to sit quietly and let your imagination run.

They'd built a few attractive stone & thatch amenities here, but they've been vandalised, stripped of anything reusable in the squatter camp down the road.
This's Africa. Perhaps "places of interest" like this should never have "improvements" or facilities built around them unless surrounded by razor wire & guarded 24/7.
They very soon become unusable… A sad, unsightly blite, cover for raggedy, wild eyed, aggressive young beggar creatures, unsteady on their feet.

Douglas is a small farming town that sustains this remote area. I stocked up with the essentials (beer, meat & charcoal) required to celebrate the much anticipated start to our Springboks' 2015 World cup campaign, & located a nice, secure camping site on the banks of the Vaal.
The giant who runs the place was going away for a while so, "Ag, sommer make yourself at home Man. You know the daily rate, just leave the money in this jar when you leave. I'll get it when I come back". 
"Eish, what about the vagabonds" ?
"Ag,  no problem Man. They don't come here… They know what  happens… They can't swim".

There it was again, two cultures, two startlingly different mindsets. Lifestyles running completely opposite to each other. One built on  productivity & trust, the other on handouts & pilfering. I wonder what anthropologists will make of the development of Homo Sapiens in this area, in a few hundred thousand years from now.

Louis & his lovely family were already there. It turns out, he knows everything about everything. So I turned the English commentary up very high & we settled  around a lekker braai in eager anticipation of a monumental score.

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