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May. 7th, 2007 10:40 amMarit, with whom I went to South Africa, told me yesterday that the certain part of the pacific we swam in while in SA is completely shark-infested.
"They make a way with at least three tourists every year," she told me.
This brings up our number of 'Possible Near-Death Experiences While In South Africa' to 18 in total.
Our list includes:
1) Getting out to pee in the Kruger Park,
2) Almost having an accident when our car driven by the guys in the youth hostel (!!!) went through red- and so did another car, at the same time. I turned my head just in time to see the motor of the other car delicately spin away a meter from my passenger door.
3) That idiot who picked up his daughter and offered us a lift to the guesthouse. It was that or being stuck at Pretoria station in the middle of the night with no taxis, so we gladly accepted. When Marit opened the passenger seat a beer-bottle rolled out, something that only triggered in our minds when the smell of strong booze became very apparent and we started doing 100 in a 30 zone.
The list goes on. Some of the things were blatantly our fault- the Kruger Park incident, although I don't remember if our car had broken down at this point and I was desperate already, or not. But the person who picked up his daughter- I mean, you think in a crime-invested town where enough people drive like maniacs you don't add to it by being completely inebreated when you pick up your daughter!! Thwat. There was getting lost at sundown close to Joburg. Joburg station- we counted that one twice. Going for a walk on the hippo-and-crocodile coast, and seeing the warning signs later. Oh well. We had fun. :D
"They make a way with at least three tourists every year," she told me.
This brings up our number of 'Possible Near-Death Experiences While In South Africa' to 18 in total.
Our list includes:
1) Getting out to pee in the Kruger Park,
2) Almost having an accident when our car driven by the guys in the youth hostel (!!!) went through red- and so did another car, at the same time. I turned my head just in time to see the motor of the other car delicately spin away a meter from my passenger door.
3) That idiot who picked up his daughter and offered us a lift to the guesthouse. It was that or being stuck at Pretoria station in the middle of the night with no taxis, so we gladly accepted. When Marit opened the passenger seat a beer-bottle rolled out, something that only triggered in our minds when the smell of strong booze became very apparent and we started doing 100 in a 30 zone.
The list goes on. Some of the things were blatantly our fault- the Kruger Park incident, although I don't remember if our car had broken down at this point and I was desperate already, or not. But the person who picked up his daughter- I mean, you think in a crime-invested town where enough people drive like maniacs you don't add to it by being completely inebreated when you pick up your daughter!! Thwat. There was getting lost at sundown close to Joburg. Joburg station- we counted that one twice. Going for a walk on the hippo-and-crocodile coast, and seeing the warning signs later. Oh well. We had fun. :D
