I needed a photograph of the Bethal town dam for my previous post about poetry translations. I found this page by a bunch cyclists doing the usual around-Africa-on-bikes adventure. It includes a nice picture of sunset over the dam in the town where I spent my teenage years.

We [...] arrived in a small town called Bethal as sun was setting, [...] and were directed to the municipal campsite just outside of town on the edge of a lovely lake.  [T]he place seemed deserted and was surrounded by a high barbed wire fence and electric gate. [...] Way off in the distance a group of men kicking around a soccer ball.  [...] They ignored us at first, but [...] eventually one of them [...] let us in.

I colour-adjusted the photograph to turn it into a quasi-night time image and posted it.  Somehow the image stuck with me and I wanted more from it. So here it is, an imagined memory.