A trip to the beach

Joen on Black Rock Beach

This weekend, myself and Joen went away for a trip without the girls. Just father and son, enjoying a trip to the remote Black Rock Beach with some of our friends from the hospital.

It was my first experience of real 4×4 offroading. Not only did I have to use the 4×4, I had to put it in ultra low gear mode, and in the end I still had to give up on one hill and find another route round.

After a fairly exhilarating 2 hour scramble along sand dunes and vague attempts at dirt tracks, the beach was incredible. The photo above shows Joen sitting on it, looking very pleased with himself.

Unfortunately, when we returned to the car, it had transformed into a large, rather unwieldy, paperweight. The central locking didn’t work, and turning the key produced no lights, no noises, no indication of activity at all. Attempting a jump start, and a push start (no easy feat along a slightly uphill dirt road!) achieved nothing at all.

In the end, we abandoned the car in the beach car park, and got a lift home with a friend. I need to make some kind of plan this week about enacting a rescue.

Whilst I’ve done my best not to get too stressed about the situation, it remains a very unsettling experience.

Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”

James 4

Feeling unsettled is a big part of a crazy move overseas. There are some other Brits here at Mseleni, and one is going home after only 2 and a half months because they have felt so out of sorts.

For us, we are trying to find a stability in our family rhythm, in our devotions and in knowing that, for this year at least, this is our purpose: to be in Africa. So ultimately, if the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that. Just hopefully “that” isn’t going to involve pushing our car 50 kilometres in the sand…

One response

  1. So sorry to hear that your trip with your adorable son ended with car trouble. Having grown up in one of the remote parts of rural South Africa I understand how losing the use of a car can mean. I continue to include you and your family in my prayers.

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