I think the space between two border posts is very an interesting and curious phenomena. Normally there is just a gate or fence that separates two countries’ official border posts, but sometimes there is a gap of land a kilometer or so between passport stamping stations.
Where are you officially in that time/space paradigm? Are you the responsibility of where you just came from or of where you’re heading?
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Anyway, the space between the border posts at Pontdrift was particularly worthy of note. First we abandoned our car under a tree outside of the South African border post but we were not quite in Botswana yet. Then we walked to unimpressive corrugated structure where an old rusty cable car (the size and shape of a cage) awaited. Luggage went first, trusting that someone on the other side is going to protect it for us. Then when the next cage showed up, we hopped in, clanged the door shut and floated across a brown muddy river (imagining crocs just waiting underneath for an easy meal).