Saturday 3rd July

mileage reads 149353....Lee did all repairs - all ok--good job the nearest town or village is around 100 miles either way.....camped in desert--no mosies but terrific winds, we hardly slept, then it started to rain, if this is a biggy it,s possible that the ground to change to mud, so we got on the move quickly----Beverley said she was cold, although the temp. still reads 27--------2 hours and still raining, white and pink flowers are blooming,---arrived at large town the people are european looking----lost!!! we ask lots of people and have lots of photos taken, but nobody knows the way---found our way out to North to capital----the earth changes colour to a bright red, after a few miles bright orange, then normal sandy colour;, then the colour is green----green sand and rocks!!!!----made camp, man on horse appears and seems to say something about sacred ground, he rides off....we make tea and wait----car arrives, he is very freindly and invites us to his house for tea, ok, we follow him about ten minutes to village----it seems he is the mayor of the town, he gives us a beautiful book, with some english in....yes the ground is sacred---his wife offers us tea with bread, jam,biscuits, cream, sweats and salty meat - mutton I think --then all is followed by a very large dish of fermented mares milk - served cold----I cannot describe the taste to be like anything---Lee drank it too---they asked us to stay the night and offered us more mares milk and vodka,,,,,very kind but at this point we decided best to leave, - they gave Beverley a leather computer bag with a diary and boxed pen in -- lovely gift...