Today began early. I sat among the Kokerbooms with my morning coffee contemplating. I don't recall now what it was, but I guess I was thinking about one of three things - What to do about a) my girlfriend b) the rest of the ride c) my life. Since I didn't answer any of these, I guess I'll ask them all again later. Above: Quiver Trees by morning Into Keetmanshoop and straight to the courier who looked me in the face and said, "your battery didn't arrive". Annoyed to be sure, I called Windhoek who promised they'd sent it. Back inside, I asked again and this time his assistant clicked something and *presto!* my battery appeared. Above: Good advice We broke the fast, asked advice about the D608 we wanted to take South (advice: don't go... it's closed... etc) and promptly ignored it. As soon as the battery was charged and installed, we hit the road. There were three or four engine deep rivers to cross, but we managed them without mishap. Later, having ridden hard and fast through a pink, winding canyon and out again onto a plateau I made the mistake of enjoying the ride too much. I hammered two deep washes in quick succession and broke one of the pannier box hooks cleanly off. In the sun, I lashed it back on with rubber and took it easy the rest of the way to Fish River Canyon. My two bits? It's big, no doubt about it, but inaccessible. You're not allowed to walk into the canyon except if you've booked a special 80km hike, apparently. I thought how much better it is to ride mountain bikes in Moab. Didn't take one picture. The campsite is crowded and well be the first to hit the sack. Dreams have been wacky lately. I chalk it up to an aching back and sore wrists. The plan is to bathe in the hot springs at Ai-Ais tomorrow before heading for the RSA border. East to West, North to South we've seen Namibia!