Contrails at 20,000 feet:
Here's where we cross the border from Rhodesia into South Africa:
South Africa has four Provinces: Cape of Good Hope, Natal, Orange Free State (Oranje-Vrystaat in Dutch/Afrikaans) and the Transvaal. The latter two are the original Boer Republics which were fully united with the more British Cape and Natal by the Act of Union in 1910. We are entering Transvaal. As its name implies, it's the land across the Vaal River in the south, but the northern border with Zimbabwe/Rhodesia and Botswana is another great river...
...the
Limpopo. Nigel (if he's still looking in here?) will know that this is, in fact
the great, grey-green, greasy Limpopo. I was a bit confused by the
Just So Stories as a child because I thought Kipling was always in India, not realising that they could be African elephants in one tale and that
Yellow Dog Dingo (one of my earliest literary heroes) was in Australia. (Did realise that the
Cat who walks by Himself was with cavemen, however.)
It's only about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, but dusk begins to fall. Time for our AI fix:
a Lufthansa 707 which must have come all the way from West Germany. It may have been carrying a few rich tourists going on safari in the early '60s, but it's more likely that most passengers were businessmen with dealings in South Africa's gold, diamonds and other valuable mining products; or they were heading on into South West Africa (today's independent Namibia, an ex-German colony which still has some white, German-speaking population).
One of the Comet 4 Speedbirds:
Like the German 707, heading back to Europe from Johannesburg, via Salisbury, Rhodesia and other stops on the way. Taking a look at the sunny side:
And there it is going down beyond the Kalahari Desert...
...Time to put my lights on!
