We arrived in Maun quite early this morning. Francois wanted to stop at a hardware shop. I stopped about 40m further at a coffee shop. I parked the bike so that Francois could see it.
I was inside ordering a slice of carrot cake when I heard his bike starting up. Instead of parking next to my bike I heard his bike roaring past. As it normally is when one loses a travel companion you stay at the place where you lost each other.
I did but after a while there was still no sign of Francois.
I then rode to the old Riley’s Hotel. I told Francois of it.
So now I am sitting here on the stoep, waiting for the sound his KLR.
If he does not pitch up within the next half an hour I am going to ride up and down the streets of the CBD.
If you see him somewhere please turn his KLR either to Old Riley’s Hotel or Audi camping site. 🙂