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Murphy’s law, Cell Phones and Dick part 3 |
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Finally, we made it to Sodwana Bay and found our campsite and the rest of the people from The Whaler. We set up our tent and made some aquaintances. After Dick had set up his small house of a tent, he came to us and invited us to come along to a nearby lake he knew about. We could drink some Bacardi Breezers and watch the sun go down. That sounded good, so the three of us piled into his 4x4 bakkie again and set off. We'd have to go through a small river to get to it, Dick explained, but with the 4x4, that would be no problem. We drove out of the Sodwana Bay campsite and a good little distance up the road before Dick turned off onto a dirt side track. We bumped and bounced our way down this track for a little while until the trail ran smack into the small river Dick had mentioned. Only a glorified stream really. 10 meters across, if that. Dick got out to change his wheel hubs to 4 wheel drive and then got back in. With total confidence, he gunned the Toyota's throttle and drove straight into the water. In the Army, I drove through many similar water obstacles in HMMWVs (humvees) so I didn't give it a lot of thought myself. I was just wondering what this lake must look like. We entered the river, water splashing up over the bonnet, and suddenly midway through there was a very solid feeling “thump” and we stopped cold. We had obviously struck some submerged object. Dick gunned the motor, but the bakkie wasn't going past whatever it was and the tires just spun in the soft river bottom. He quickly shifted into reverse and tried to back out. But again, the tires would only spin. "We're in shit!" Dick said. |
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