Howard in Poffader

We are off to Springbok to find a doctor for Howard. He is not well and we cannot feed him anymore medicine without feeling we are poisoning him. We cut our time short in Augrabies and the others will catch us up. Last night was a nightmare with all of us in the tent. I went walking around 2:00am for some respite and felt sorry for other campers who had to contend with the 'Pesthouse' of a tent that seemed to cough and cough into the night.