I am safely home.
It took me four hours going there and another four to come back.
For more than half the way they have dropped the speed limit to 100 kms per hour.
And sometimes, for no good reason, they drop it to 8okms.
I think this is to keep you on your toes.
Or for small town cops to make some money trapping you.
What else do they have to do?
On the way up I noticed a sign saying “watch out for animals”
I wondered , idly, what sort of animals.
Elephants or lion?
For some of my overseas friends.
Contrary to popular belief we don’t have wild animals wandering around.
Not in this part of the country anyway.
On the way back I found out the reason for the sign.
I rounded a bend.
Fortunately, quite sedately.
There, in the middle of the road, was a cow.
There was a group of men sitting nearby, chatting.
Probably taking bets to see how many accidents they could cause.
It beggars belief.
Oh yes, the photo above is part of Wendy’s garden.
As you can see from the plants it is sort of sub-tropical.
Much warmer up there.
I met a friend for a late breakfast before coming home.
We sat toasting in the sun.
60kms from home it clouded over and started raining,
It is now darn cold.
My internal thermostat is very confused.
It was an uncomfortable trip back.
I had a Mango juice and a cup of coffee with my friend.
Twenty minutes from East London they wanted to leave the building.
I thought I would hang on until Port Alfred where I need to fill up the car.
I pulled into a service station and asked if there was a loo.
They said Yes but I would have to pay.
God I can be a scrooge.
I thought I would pull into another station on the other side of town.
However, it was packed.
So, I decided to wait for the next little town about 60kms away.
I had hardly hit the road when I came up behind TWO large carriers with new cars on them.
TWo of them.
This made passing them almost impossible along that stretch of road.
There were about thirty of us behind them.
And I was becoming very uncomfortable.
We got to the next town.
A dump called Alexandria.
No…not in Egypt.
Or wherever the other Alexandria is.
AND THE TWO TRUCKS PULLED OFF THE ROAD TO LET ALL THE CARS GO PAST.
Which meant I couldn’t go to the loo.
Or I would be behind them again.
I decided to head for home.
Now I am off to have a shower.
Hopefully, a nice hot one.
You never know with this damn shower of ours.
Then I need some sleep.
While Mex watches his rugby.