Home, sweet comfortable home...
Trip Start
Dec 10, 2008
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Trip End
Ongoing
12 April 2009 - Sunday
The journey back to Cape Town started off at sunset. It seems like much of when we do what in Namibia is based on sunrise and sunset. Anyway, so again we said our goodbyes to Terence, Van Heerden, Wynand and Marissa and again we hit the road. The drive to the border didn't take too long, and by 11am we were in Springbok.
Here we said goodbye to Bernard as he was heading back to Queenstown, while Peter and I were to head down to Cape Town in Peter's bakkie. On driving up to Namibia we had left Peter's bakkie at a friend (Hennie) of a friend's garage in Springbok. From there we met up with Bernard and continued with the trip, so now we had to pick up the bakkie to head on back to CT. We had been told that no one would be home when we would pick up the vehicle, so we should just go into the garage and then could drive on home. When we stopped to collect it, Peter realised that the bicycle we'd left on the bakkie was gone.
After a fair amount of looking around we realised that although the security doors to the house were locked, the main doors weren't. We then discovered that the bicycle was being kept safe in the kitchen, but now unfortunately we were sitting with a bit of a dilemma. We couldn't get hold of Hennie on his cell phone, it was going straight to voice mail. The neighbours didn't have a key to get into the house and the ex-wife was in Mosselbay unable to help.
After a fair bit of further investigation we managed to discover a way of getting into the house. We finally managed to get the bicycle out, locked the house up again and then left. While riding out of Springbok, I again tried to call the guy with the intention of leaving him a voicemail to explain that we'd collected the bakkie and bicycle and how we'd gone about doing so. Unfortunately he answered the phone, and with an extremely guilty conscience I explained how we'd managed to break into his house to get the bicycle out. Fortunately he didn't seem too upset about the whole situation. But it still doesn't bide well when someone you don't know has helped you out and the repayment he gets is you breaking into his house. Not good!!
Arrived back in Cape Town at about 6pm. What a thrill to have your own bed to sleep in again!!! It's a crazy thought, but if I could have the last two weeks over again, I would do so at the drop of a hat despite really struggling with my feet for much of the hike!!
The journey back to Cape Town started off at sunset. It seems like much of when we do what in Namibia is based on sunrise and sunset. Anyway, so again we said our goodbyes to Terence, Van Heerden, Wynand and Marissa and again we hit the road. The drive to the border didn't take too long, and by 11am we were in Springbok.
Here we said goodbye to Bernard as he was heading back to Queenstown, while Peter and I were to head down to Cape Town in Peter's bakkie. On driving up to Namibia we had left Peter's bakkie at a friend (Hennie) of a friend's garage in Springbok. From there we met up with Bernard and continued with the trip, so now we had to pick up the bakkie to head on back to CT. We had been told that no one would be home when we would pick up the vehicle, so we should just go into the garage and then could drive on home. When we stopped to collect it, Peter realised that the bicycle we'd left on the bakkie was gone.
After a fair amount of looking around we realised that although the security doors to the house were locked, the main doors weren't. We then discovered that the bicycle was being kept safe in the kitchen, but now unfortunately we were sitting with a bit of a dilemma. We couldn't get hold of Hennie on his cell phone, it was going straight to voice mail. The neighbours didn't have a key to get into the house and the ex-wife was in Mosselbay unable to help.
After a fair bit of further investigation we managed to discover a way of getting into the house. We finally managed to get the bicycle out, locked the house up again and then left. While riding out of Springbok, I again tried to call the guy with the intention of leaving him a voicemail to explain that we'd collected the bakkie and bicycle and how we'd gone about doing so. Unfortunately he answered the phone, and with an extremely guilty conscience I explained how we'd managed to break into his house to get the bicycle out. Fortunately he didn't seem too upset about the whole situation. But it still doesn't bide well when someone you don't know has helped you out and the repayment he gets is you breaking into his house. Not good!!
Arrived back in Cape Town at about 6pm. What a thrill to have your own bed to sleep in again!!! It's a crazy thought, but if I could have the last two weeks over again, I would do so at the drop of a hat despite really struggling with my feet for much of the hike!!


