Now we made it over the dune road without incident which was celebrated at lunch time since the previous time Silver Bird and Sandy came over the dunes Silver Bird cracked her samp but at least a “seepsteeltjie” saved her till we got home to do a proper repair! Now we are filled up and emptied out (toilet break) and ready to head to Nossob. The road is VERY sandy and as we are chatting over the walkie talkies we say how we would hate to get stuck again........Cue the TA DAAAAAAA music!
Silver bird hits a sandy patch and gets totally stuck.....
Right Pink Lady assumes her Sunroof look out position while Jan Peterman and hubby try and get the bird loose. Bosvrou tries to steer them out of the sandpit! Forwards brings no results so we try backwards. The sand is so thick and hot that their feet get well and truly exfoliated!!!
Photos from my lookout spot. Check the zigzag patterns as the sand doggedly holds on to Silver Bird!
After a half hour we still have no progress and since we have the trailer we can’t pull our dear little silver bird out. We make the decision to go drop the the trailer at Nossob (10km away). Ray drops the girls and I off and we unhitch so that he can go rescue our friends by yanking them out.
Now the story goes as follows. I am waiting anxiously at camp unpacking and making sure that there are some cold ones for them when they get back. When the 3 of them arrives they are as white as sheets. Then nervous laughter bubbles out as Bosvrou starts to tell me the incredible story.
When Ray got back to help them they were almost little melted humans and they hitched up Silver Bird. So far so good... Sandy pulls through and gets Silver Bird out of the trouble she is in. This required lots of “out of the car time”
as the boys had to hitch and unhitch. Bosvrou now has to take my role of lookout.
After Silver Bird is out of the sand all that is left is to unhitch and they can head to camp. Bosvrou decides to take one more casual look for predators as we have often seen MR LION in this are. Her eye catches a flick..... Now at this point I laugh and say you are joking now aren’t you????
She swears by all and sundry this is a true story. She yells at Jan Peterman who is under the small polo with his large body “Martin!!!! There is a lion”
(OK this has been edited in terms of language!) He yells back “stop talking poo”
(another soft word to replace the Afrikaans explicit one!) She call to LION SPOTTER to look a mere 20 meters away!!! He climbs out the sunroof and true as nuts ... A LION. Fortunately he is a lazy lion but still very close. Martin moves with the speed of a springbok and gets into the car. Hearts pounding they rush to Nossob where I am told the story. I can’t believe it what a close call. But being my “suspicious self” I insist they take me back to the spot to see this guy for myself...
They oblige and there from where the car was stuck I took this photo....Eish Close!!!
If he had been slightly interested we would have had a very sad story indeed. Not much could be done if you are stuck you need to get yourself out. Needless to say that night we were chirping our lion story to all at camp who wanted to hear! We then find out that the grader would be coming the next morning as many cars had been getting stuck.....