The 3 day bugg trip started just after a 2 week visit with
my cousin. I always go through Grabouw on my way up there and both visits were
as inspiring as they always are.
The two weeks I was in George
I tried to get as much work done as possible, research and even gave Tasha some
drawing lessons.
I made my way back to Cape Town because Chloe's dad had set
up a court date to reduce his maintenance. So I went. He didn't. The week I
spent in Cape Town I knew I would not be returning anytime soon so the things I
did were the most important to me.
I took Cynthia into town for tea. We went to a lovely restaurant with cupcakes too pretty to eat. Buts she ate one.
LIFE-SAVING
RELUCTANTLY
I collected cash for my soon to be ex-boyfriend for some scam that him and his previous landlady had been involved in.
OF COURSE
I hung out with Karen. The 2 of us have been friends since high school and as usual I loved it there and so did my pets.
So this is Max, a good 14 years old by this stage. He still enjoyed being wrapped in a blanket and being next to the heater was no longer a luxury, it was something I knew I had to take care of. But the pooch was still as grateful as ever.
I spent an evening with Jonathan, who is admittedly the love of my life. We went to an all night restaurant, ate chips and drank LOTS of wine. Then I proceeded to leave my car keys on the beach. In the sand. And only realised after the 30 minute drive to my car. Jonathan being the PERFECT gentleman he is, took me all the way back to hunt for them in the sand.
Socks had found the water in Karen's toilet rather apetising and spent a fair amount of time drinking out of it or just in general hanging out in it. |
My cash was super low so I avoided toll gates and took the
alternative routes. Heading over the mountain I had no choice but to take it
easy. This car had to get me another 1200 odd kms. I was literally driving
through a mountain range of snow-capped tops and there were baboons
everywhere *surprised face*. Inside I was WISHING for someone to share this
experience with because I was mesmerised.
Taking pictures as I drove was not possible so it was kind
of cool that I was forced to drive so slowly and take it all in, including the
cold, mind you.
I made it! I got across the mountain.
My next major stop was at Three Sisters. I spent a long time
here just because even though the ultra-city was in the middle of nowhere, it
pretty much had everything. And the big plus was that I was halfway, I deserved
this break. Being on the road was hard so any excuse to chill. I gave the cats
a lot of ‘alone’ time while Max and I stretched our legs.
It was here that I almost lost both cats. Socks, Chloe’s
kitty, snuck out of the car in the dark. When I realised I panicked and started
coming up with stories of how I was going to tell my daughter.
"What cat?" was my favourite and I was going to
stick to it. Well, needless to say the little bugger pitched up looking a
little wild eyed and meowing as though he had seen 'the enemy'.
The weather stone at the 3 Sisters. This place was actually kinda cool |
Max choosing to drink the green water over the fresh stuff |
Somehow I made it out of Colesburg, I have no clue how. I
also have no clue how the forlorn hitchhiker managed. He was going in the
opposite direction to me, bumming cash to buy extra cheap coffee at the
truckers stop.
I think I could write a book on the people I met on this
trip. But quite honestly, I wasn’t in a chatty mood. This was me, the road and
my silent travelling companions.
Here Mr Socks got out again. The difference was that this
time I knew he'd come back. Or maybe I just hoped. He was chasing birds that
were minding their own business and each time one of those triple carriage trucks
emerged from the truck stop I watched to make sure the animals were out of
their way.
A fountain How tranquil |
Goats at the One Stop Assuming this was to entertain kids and families on the road. It was somewhat amusing to me. |
Between the two they had an aviary filled with dry twigs (o
yes and birds), some goats, a fountain and other farm animals. Had I not
already spent 2 nights on the long road between the coast and the platteland, maybe
I would have paid more attention.
This was going to be my last day on the road. My financial
issues were alleviated slightly and with some extra cash I stopped off at the
very next Steers I could find (yes, again!!). No, this was not Wednesday, but
again Max and I each had a burger and the kitties shared a chicken breast. We
did good. *smirk*
I made it to the Gauteng border where suddenly the toll gates
were springing up in abundance. The prices seemed to be seriously out of hand
and while I had some extra cash the quick calculations I did in my head told me
that I would spend far less on fuel if I took the detour. Wasn’t I delighted
when I found the detour was going to lead me through Parys!!
I had a good chat buddy that lived in Parys at the time. We
had been chatting online for a few years by this stage and still not met. I
gave him a quick call and it was set.
The little snake that belonged to someone else got 'lost' |
Leon's sister with her pet chicken |
Their hospitality amazed me. They had a space for me to
sleep and they were ready to fatten me up. The only thing stopping me from
laying down my weary head and resting my crampy body was the fact that Cynthia
had been waiting for me and worrying about me practically non-stop for almost 3
full days now. And I was almost there. Well, that was what I thought.
What I did not realise is that Parys is to the south west of
Jo'burg and springs is all the way out on the east. No no, I knew that. But
what I didn't realise was how massive the city was and how far the suburbs stretched
and just how far I would need to travel to get there.
Thinking back, I believe it took me 3 hours of mostly
driving in the dark. I honestly believed I had enough fuel, but I was still
keeping an eye out for a fuel station SOMEWHERE on the road. Can you flipping
believe the last one was near Vereeniging?
I did get desperate and realised that I’d need to turn off. It
was dark and I was in a very foreign but busy part of the world and getting
lost wasn’t on my list of things to do.
By now my bug is not very happy, she wants to cut out badly
and I know I have let her run for too long without giving her a chance to cool
down, but I keep on going. I am close, I am frozen to the bone, so much so that
the skin on my hands is sticking to the steering wheel, but I am close dammit.
My cellphone battery is also about to die but I log on to
mxit to let Cynthia know that I am close. She has given me directions and I had
checked it out on the map while I was at Leon's place. I was pretty sure I knew
what to do. As I log on the entire world is bombarding me with questions and
just wanting confirmation that I am safe. The timing was terrible, but I kept
my cool.
I managed to get lost in Jo'burg at an intersection of 3
major highways. What a big surprise! Just because I managed to retrace my steps
must be proof enough that I am a sheer genius.
The story ends with a warm bed but most importantly it
taught me one very important thing about myself. The truth is that I am invincible.
I must be! Mission complete!
I silently challenged
everyone everywhere to do what I had done and, since no one took me up on my offer I
smirked as the sandman took me away.
Here's the Q and A. This is the part where I assume your questions and just give a lot of different answers until you believe in my immortality...
Q: How did I do it:
Q: How did I do it:
A: I stopped at every single shell ultra-city. Even though it
was usually every 4 hours.
A: When I needed fuel, I asked.
A: When I needed to let the cats do their business I set up
the litter tray on the driver’s seat and with all the doors closed I let the
cat out of her cage giving them free reign of the car while I spent some time
in the sun with Max, letting him get on with the business of cleaning his own
bowels.
A: When I needed rest, I did the best I could. Though the concept of real
sleep was non-existent.
A: Every morning I made sure that I had access to a bathroom
where I could wash my face and apply fresh make up. Despite it all, I made sure
to look my best. I had a rustic 'wash' and always sprayed perfume. I was the
classiest road dog there was.
And i was very relieved when you arrived .. it was three days of worrying about you.. i think i got several more grey hairs in the bargain.. its good that you have 'imortalised' the story your children and future grand children will appreciate reading about your journey.
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