Today was a day on the road. I set out early has I had many miles to cover travelling from wineries in Robertson to Stellenbosch and finally to Breedekloof. Various unexpected obstacles made it all the more arduous - traffic jams, road closures and road repairs.
South Africa is basically a building site at the moment as preparations for the football World Cup in 2010 are hastily put into place. Incorrect directions from one winery to the next resulted in many wasted minutes spent driving up and down the same road numerous times before finally realising the winery I wanted was actually on an adjacent street!
Finally to set the day off perfectly, I was in the car with a supplier when we drove over a pot hole. Bang! We pulled over, jumped out and had alook. Yup, we had a completely flat tyre and, with a sinking feeling, I realised I had absolutely no idea how to change a tyre. My female companion was going through a similar thought process. Why don't they teach you this kind of thing at school? Surely changing a tyre is more useful than medieval history!?
Not really knowing what to do, we called the police. In fairness to the police force of Stellenbosch, they did not laugh at us, but did kindly point out that we would not be top of their priority list that day.
There was really only one avenue left for us to take. With over a hundred wines to get through that day, we couldn't waste time waiting for the boys in blue to help out. Instead, we played the damsel in distress card to a helpful (male) passerby. Ten minutes later with a new tyre fitted we were back on the road, both vowing to get our other halves to teach us about cars at the next possible opportunity!
Finally to set the day off perfectly, I was in the car with a supplier when we drove over a pot hole. Bang! We pulled over, jumped out and had alook. Yup, we had a completely flat tyre and, with a sinking feeling, I realised I had absolutely no idea how to change a tyre. My female companion was going through a similar thought process. Why don't they teach you this kind of thing at school? Surely changing a tyre is more useful than medieval history!?
Not really knowing what to do, we called the police. In fairness to the police force of Stellenbosch, they did not laugh at us, but did kindly point out that we would not be top of their priority list that day.
There was really only one avenue left for us to take. With over a hundred wines to get through that day, we couldn't waste time waiting for the boys in blue to help out. Instead, we played the damsel in distress card to a helpful (male) passerby. Ten minutes later with a new tyre fitted we were back on the road, both vowing to get our other halves to teach us about cars at the next possible opportunity!
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