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In my forty six year when I should, as most men my age, been contemplating the next tablet I should be taking or the state of the world and its economy, I decided instead, to do something I have never done before, not even in my youth.  I decided to go on a road trip and what a journey it is turning out to be. Driving through the North West Province I was struck by the lush vegetation that had sprung up as a result of the good rains.  The saturated ground was dotted with water and in the open fields the first signs of the farmers labour was visible as little shoots of maize crept slowly skyward to capture the rays of the sun. People lined the junctions, leading to small towns, in the hope of procuring a ride as taxis, cars and busses, packed to capacity with people, boxes and various other paraphernalia, raced past eagerly transporting their patrons home just in time for the festivities.  Trucks, fully laden, occasionally caused a slowdown in traffic, as they made their final deliv