Nevertheless, we're here earlier than we expected to be. Sadly, though, brunch is at the Wimpy (such a staple for South African road tripping), a place that needs very urgent help in salad prep. I tried offering my services to the waitress, but she interpreted 'extra avo' as 'hot squeeze tube guacamole' which wasn't really what I had in mind. I should've asked for extra olives too, because the chef sweetly counted out 5 for me.
Luckily, though, the Wimpy is right next to a Spar. So I picked up a tub of cherry tomatoes to snack on in the car. I tried to buy nuts as well, but no such luck in a place with only one main road. Will try again in Upington, but Kev's not feeling positive that we'll find much more waiting for us there.
Since eating, he's calmed down a lot. He seemed so tense this morning, as though we had some urgent appointment in Vryburg. After a greasy meal, though, the holiday mood's finally getting into him. He's assumed a more relaxed position while driving and is considering the quaint places we can stop at between here and our hotel. Maybe it's because we're making such good time, maybe it's the barry hilton cd we're listening to, maybe it's because his business hasn't descended into instant anarchy since he's left, or maybe it's because he's just enjoyed the ultimate in highway dining.
Ah, Wimpy. What would we eat on the road without you?
