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But it wasn't long before it became obvious that all was not well with the Toyota.
The engine began to hitch and sputter. Our speed dropped. The dark clouds of consternation were moving back onto Dick's face. He turned the bakkie around and pointed it in the direction of the Sodwana Bay camp, but
after a few hundred meters, the 4x4 gave up the ghost and died in the road. Two Zulu boys herded a long horned cow past us, but aside from that, all was quiet. Dick tried a few times to crank his baby back up, but
we were very apparantly wasting the battery, so he gave up.
Not to fear! Dick whipped out his cell phone and determined to call Brett or one of
the other divers back in Sodwana Bay to come to our rescue. Of course, they all had cell phones. But what do you think? Mr Murphy and his famous law has entered our predicament. The cell phone's battery is dead from
the constant usage on our trip down from Jo'burg.
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