Wolvengat
So we never got petrol in Elim but we did spent at least an hour with locals running from house to house looking for petrol, trying to figure out where the nearest petrol station was and in which direction it was. The experience was hysterical to say the least because everyone was saying it was in a different direction.
Anyway while driving we were really concerned that we might run out of Petrol and get stuck on a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. We kept calculating every few minutes how long it would take for Andrew to run and find the petrol station that closed at 1pm .
Finally we got to a petrol pump outside a little shop called Jenny's Café after travelling for over 40 minutes over a few hills. I have never seen a shop like this before it had everything from hand knitted items to tools and in the centre there was a snooker and pool table. Anyway we asked for petrol and went outside to a lonely little petrol pump. Jenny, an old women in her 70's ,came out armed with a knitting needle!! yes a pink knitting needle was needed to make the pump work .Everyone we met was extremly friendly and hospitable and just kept chatting and chatting and chatting but finally we managed to say our goodbyes and got to wander about this "town"
This miniature town called Wolvengat (meaning Wolf Hole) is so small if you blink you will miss it. We only saw a total of 5 houses and the Farm 215 which is a four star country house which is a n interesting hideaway for anyone who is looking for total isolation.
just remember too go with enough petrol in case Jenny has her knitting on the go !!!!