rescuing the beertruck
One of the reasons that we lived quietly and relatively safely in SA is that we live deep in back-country. And unlike a part of SA where people don't mix much we've been quite involved with the local Zulu clan and we're going to miss them. And miss the local way of doing things. Some rich asshole coming fishing up here, came too fast up and too wide up kissington hill left the guy who does the deliveries to the local shebeen with no more road. So he braked like hell and ended up in the ditch while the jerk drove off in his pajero without even noticing - or stopping if he did.
We came along - coming back from a birthday lunch with my bruv - and stopped (Now in SA you don't do this, 'cause you get killed, but here you do) and spent an entertaining hour jacking him up and then fetching a lot of other locals and together physically lifting and pushing him out.
and back on the road :-)
It's a community spirit I hope we find where ever we end up. But I am dead on my feet.
We came along - coming back from a birthday lunch with my bruv - and stopped (Now in SA you don't do this, 'cause you get killed, but here you do) and spent an entertaining hour jacking him up and then fetching a lot of other locals and together physically lifting and pushing him out.
and back on the road :-)
It's a community spirit I hope we find where ever we end up. But I am dead on my feet.