It’s 18:27 and we’re still probably several hours away from Port Elizabeth despite driving ‘hell for leather’. We’re meeting up with a friend there and as we’re off again tomorrow for Knysna we’d like to spend a bit of time before the lure of our bed becomes too much.
Wouter’s been doing most of the driving, poor guy. I did do a bit but we kept coming up to sections of the road where they were doing road works which meant stopping which disturbed W’s rest. I don’t mind driving but I find long stretches really tiring and I haven’t had all that much practice with them, besides I had one of those books that you don’t want to put down despite the subject matter being somewhat disturbing, so when W suggested he drove again, I was all for it.
The Red Dragon by Thomas Harris – yes I know it’s been out for a long time and he became somewhat famous when they made the movie of his book Silence of the Lambs, which by the way I have seen, but I’ve never read any of his books. They’re not bad, what one might call airport novels, you know the type – grip you from the beginning, don’t require an enormous amount of concentration and make you forget where you are for awhile. Red Dragon did that for me today, made me forget we’ve been on the road for 12 hours and counting. There is something a bit disturbing though about a mind that can think up and create characters that evil. Makes for gripping reading though.