I could read your letter only one time. After the reading it is soaked, because of my leaking tent. And the ink didn't last very long. I write this letter on a place on the coast of the Transkei. One hour no road at all, after a few hours nice dirt roads.
Nobody lives here.
Only a few African huts and cows. I do have to make my apologies, because my limited number of letters to you. It's not that I'll forget you. Also makes travelling a human body very tired. And if you stay at a place, it's because there is something to see or to do.