The last hunt

OK so it's not a hunt, except in the spotting-animals sort of way. It's now become quite cold and sat on top of this open air truck the wind is biting. Doug and Caroline are sat warm(er) in the cabin and open their little window to speak to us whenever we see game. It's as tough as it was last time to spot little specks of dust moving against a terrain of nothing but dust. I think we do pretty well spotting a few zebra and even beat our hosts to the count on a couple of occasions. It really is sad to say goodbye to these mountains. We've been spoilt with such beauty.