Eleven thousand, nine hundred and seventy eight kilometres – by Ellen

After adventuring together for 11,978 km, we sadly handed the car and the keys over to a dealer.

I hope he’s happy in the garage with the other cars (I think there was a nice lady car he had his eye on). Considering that we’ve hammered that poor little bakkie for almost 12,000 kilometres over the last 10 weeks, and most of that was on shocking gravel - with an unhealthy amount of sand and mud thrown in - it’s a wonder that a) he’s not fallen apart completely and b) we got someone to give us some money for him!

He really was a super little car, and an integral part of our adventure. As we drove back in our nice shiny new hire car, with air-con and power steering, and no ominous rattling noises coming from anywhere, and a back left tyre that didn’t need worrying about/pumping up every few days, Toto’s Africa once more came on the radio.