TG drives the VW Amarok in Africa
Sure as hell no chance of a human finding us before we reached perfectly seared, pink-centred edibleness. We haven't seen another car, another soul, for six hours. The last scrubby shack (deserted) we passed was 80 miles back, the last shop (closed) 100 kilometres before that. What do people here do if they want, y'know, stuff? "Just popping out for some milk, darling. See you in September."