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When hon­ey­moon turns to dark moon

Go! Camp & Drive - - Contents - ME­GAN AND VICKUS TROMP Pre­to­ria

Af­ter only four days on our hon­ey­moon, my hus­band and I dis­cov­ered a new mean­ing to the phrase “Stuck on hon­ey­moon”. We drove from Clan­william to Lam­bert’s Bay, clocked in at the place we were stay­ing, and de­cided we wanted to drive to the beach. While en route on the tar road we no­tice a few paths run­ning along the dunes and we de­cide to go have a look. My hus­band was driv­ing and shortly af­ter tack­ling the dunes our Land Rover Dis­cov­ery 2 just re­fused to con­tinue. Bear in mind our tyres were still 2.5 bar so we de­flated to 1.2 and we were on our way again. Later we come across a no­tice say­ing “No trespassing” and we turn around. My hus­band tells me I must drive a bit. With­out hes­i­tat­ing I get be­hind the wheel. Af­ter a while we de­cide to stop and take a stroll on the beach. How­ever, I pick the wrong spot to stop and I’m in­structed to pick an­other spot. I started re­vers­ing in my track – or so I thought – be­cause sud­denly it wasn’t the track any­more. Here the sand was thick and loose – and there I bury the Dis­cov­ery in the sand. My hus­band is stand­ing out­side tak­ing videos and pho­tos and laugh­ing at me. I climb out but where there’s usu­ally a dis­tance to the ground from an el­e­vated ve­hi­cle, my feet touched sand while my be­hind was still on the seat. I walk around the ve­hi­cle to as­sess the sit­u­a­tion and I re­alise with a shock that we have to get out of this sit­u­a­tion some­how be­cause there’s no one to tow us! We de­flate the tyres to 0.5 bar, but no, the Landy doesn’t budge. I get the spade and my hus­band the high-lift jack and so we start to lift the car out of the sand. I shovel sand out from un­der­neath the car but the more I shovel the more the sand moves back. Even­tu­ally I have one side open and I start with the other three wheels. My hus­band fi­nally lifts all the wheels and puts them on the sand. Af­ter he fin­ished he got back in the car and drove on. I felt like an id­iot, but I still en­joyed it. I also got a work­out of a dif­fer­ent kind and re­ally felt it the next day. And now we have a hon­ey­moon story we’ll never for­get.

SAND AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE. Al­ways be pre­pared for the worst – even when you’re sup­posed to be re­lax­ing on your hon­ey­moon.

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