We were to lazy to get up from our camp chairs and go shopping the previous day. It was just too good to sit and bask in the setting sun after you’ve had the most divine shower … ever. The wind was also dropping and, together with the sun, dipped behind the granite koppies. Then all was still. Now how could one break such an aaahhh moment with shopping? … and that’s why we didn’t.
Now it was the next morning and we still had to deal with the shop. We stopped off at the reception office at the Springbok Caravan Park on our way out. When we booked in the previous day, the kindly lady mentioned that she needed some Bibles for her rondavels but didn’t want to exhaust our supply, so she’d get them from the Gideons. We were so knackered after our 106km ride that we just sort of ‘smiled and waved’ and headed in to get the tent up. Only afterwards did we realize that this would be the perfect opportunity to help out; and we counted the rondavels … there weren’t that many. So we decided to leave three Afrikaans and three English Bibles, together with a handful of Angus’ ‘Starting the Journey’ booklets, at the office. The fat chat we had with the elderly gentleman there (so appreciative of the Bibles, by the way) made us later than we’d wanted … and of course, there was still the shop.
We hastily rushed into town, heading straight for the nearest supermarket sign, which happened to be Checkers. We cruised round the block at a snail’s pace looking for parking. We were too high for the parking garage limit. As we turned down what seemed to be the main street, we spied a parking spot right in front of the mall where Checkers is. We quickly snapped it up. There was, of course, the ubiquitous car guard at the ready. Fiddling with our masks to get the things on for the mall, we just nodded in reply to his, ‘I’ll watch the car’. We’d only find out later what a God send that man actually was. We had forgotten to lock the bikes onto the stand and anyone could simply have come along and lifted them off. When we stopped just outside of town to start the day’s ride we got the shock of our lives when we realized what had just happened. Then that small change, Bible and booklet we gave the car guard seemed small for what he did for us.
That is why we didn’t shop the previous day … we had to shop at that moment, to get that parking space, to have that car guard look after our bikes. And we also got to answer some questions relating to scripture in Checkers, of all places. The cashier started up a conversation with us while ringing up our groceries and it inevitably turned to the scriptures. I just hope we made sense and she was helped because we had to cut the answer short because the next lady with her basket was wanting some service too. Things happen for a reason.
On a Spirit filled high, we would set off south again, in the direction of Kammieskroon and the Kroon Lodge. The ride was uneventful … thank goodness. No wind … double thank goodness. So we arrived relatively early and could cycle right up to the gate of the lodge.
Not that, that was so impressive to reception when we sweated all over their sign-in register. Yet they didn’t seem to mind and we were shown to our campsite.
The place was perfect … privately screened off with a roof and braai. Because we were the only campers we had been booked into campsite one, the nearest to the immaculate ablutions.
Only one problem … there was no electricity. Fearing load shedding, we walked round to reception to buy some wood for our boerie braai later on, and then also to ask about the power. Apparently Kammieskroon was also one of the towns that had neglected to pay their Eskom bill and now the power utility switched them off from 6am to 8pm every day. This despite the residents paying their municipal bills. The municipality owed something like 21 million rand. Wonder where the money went? We felt for the residents but at least it didn’t affect us that badly … and the geysers were gas so we got a nice hot shower despite the energy crisis.