6 months 9 698 km 5,7 L/100 km
+ comfortable, well-appointed cabin, endlessly configurable
– spongy brake feel
“Nice car. How did you get it down here?”
Good question. The town was Leipoldtville, known for potatoes, an Art Deco petrol station and an insatiable curiosity. The tar ends just down the road from the village entrance, on the R365.
Ordinarily, as I have done countless times in the past six months in the low-riding C220d, I would three-point turn my way back up the macadam and shoot a rueful glance back, but this time my curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I edged down the rutted dirt, hoping the dorp was as close as I’d been told.
Bingo, well worth the snail’s progress I needed to endure. A hidden, beautifully kept village busting with Victorian, Georgian and mid-century frontages and a dog that
