Mini Grand Canyon

 Because today offered a repeat of yesterday’s fare (post-passport-pickle) of beautifully-made, smooth tarmac, which was, in fact, incredibly boring to drive on, we opted for an extension. The message was passed amongst us, but somehow failed to settle in the Rolls. So, at a crucial junction, with a confluence of events sometimes associated with disaster, the Rolls separated from the convoy and sailed gloriously onwards, whilst the rest of us paused and followed the guide who had caught up. We turned right, the Rolls went straight on. 

A convo was had, via social media VOIP (down with the techies, I am so) and it was determined that we would enjoy the National Park and Chris and Joe would go to the hotel for what they thought would be a short wait before we joined them. 

Oh my! What a miscalculation! Sorry chaps. We have held back tonight on our descriptions of the eventthe event. We hired quad bikes (don’t do as I do, Thomas: do as I say) and roared around a mini Grand Canyon. Remarkably, there was no health and safety briefing; we did not need to wear helmets (although some attempted to win the DILLAC competition, whilst sporting various hard hats in curious shades of pink); the bikes went like stink and it all happened on a pristine ancient landscape, the likes of which would have been cordoned off in Europe. 

What a gas!

Nellie joined your correspondent, by sitting on the back and behaved reasonably, in the circumstances. The others tried to outrun each other. Our guide, Eric, was slightly bemused by the whole thing. We are not sure he enjoyed it as much as we did. 

But it was not about us behaving as demented ‘youf’, it was about the scenery. Stunning. A mini Grand Canyon indeed. 

Not sure the photos do it justice. 

Boozy dinner in local restaurant, followed by Karaoke for some and bed for others (guess?). 

Early start tomorrow. We have decided to add an extension to the day. 

Heard that before?