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I halted abruptly. The police were that close? I sputtered amazed. Of course. Themba stopped and eyed me, his black orbs amused. What better location than at the border near Crooks’ Corner. You do know how the spot obtained its name? I tried to appear intelligent. Because there are a lot of crooks there? His laughter cracked the morning and sent a pair of gray and pink doves diving for cover. You seo services may not have noticed that’s where two rivers join, the Luvuvhu and seo services Limpopo. A hundred years ago it proved to be a safe haven for all sorts of robbers. Why a seo services safe haven? Well, let’s say you were an ivory poacher and had killed an elephant in Mozambique. All you had to do was cross the river and suddenly arrive in another country, out of the jurisdiction of those chasing you. So, ivory hunters, gun runners, fugitives, anybody for that matter, were able to camp there in relative safety; the opportunity of quick escape always available. Guess they never got rid of all the crooks? My smile was grim. Yes, as you unfortunately discovered. A notorious ring of hijackers operates out of Maputo, with ties to the north. I must say you were lucky to seo services get away with your life. Very lucky. I took this pensive opportunity to ask. Are we far from seo services the road and the camp? Shouldn’t we head back toward the river, Themba? No, he said evasively. This is the way to the road. His tone alerted me. Suddenly, urgently, I wanted to know exactly where we were. I need to know our location Themba. I’m all twisted around. He obliged, pulling out the worn map and pointing a dirty, blood-encrusted finger at the spot. From where his dirty finger tapped it appeared we were about twenty kilometers seo services south of the SAPS post. First of all, it was hard for me to believe that we had strayed this far south, but then, knowing my dismal reputation at directions and the way I’d wandered about after the fire and encounter with the snake, should I really be that surprised? Viewing the police post upon the map filled me with fresh hope. Shouldn’t we head back toward the post? I asked. It seemed a no-brainer to me. Themba shook his wiry head stoutly and made to refold the map. My hand stopped him. It’s the perfect choice. I stated firmly. Drop me off in the bushes and I’ll wander through their gates, begging them to save me, and we’re set. Too much danger of being seen. The police are constantly roving the bush searching for poachers and those who cross illegally. Besides, they’re an unruly