Waiting for Scraps

Our last day at Witsand Kalahari Nature Reserve.

I was going to blip you a wonderful sky with majestic clouds and beautiful grasses in white white sand. It really is that beautiful here.

But then this fellow came begging. Ground sqirrels just steal my heart, every time. I shared my rusk (dry biscuit) with him. Dont think I was supposed to but he seemed rather insistent.

Home tomorrow, to the sea.