1963 London to Cape Town – January 13th
On the previous day, Eric Jackson and Ken Chambers had been lost – thanks to paying attention to some self-appointed ‘expert’ guides. But at least a couple of days had passed by without them being held at gunpoint or accused of being spies – so that made a nice change.
But don’t get the idea that it was plain sailing. Their temporary guides had now disappeared. From Petrol in My Blood:
“Our guides waved us goodbye with a look of relief on their faces. Ken asked them if they’d like to go with us a little further but the looks on their faces said ‘not on your Nellie.’”
Now they didn’t have their ‘guides’, they didn’t get lost but there were other obstacles. About one of these, Eric Jackson wrote:
“Once at the bottom though, we spent over an hour digging to get the car out at the other side which included carrying a load of rocks in the hot sun. Ken and I were both pretty fit lads but the sun was extremely hot and it was incredibly hard work. We were dripping with sweat but made it after a great deal of blood,sweat and tears. Ken wasn’t a happy puppy, muttering that he hadn’t signed up for this jaunt to become a Chinese labourer. That was our Ken, alright.”