It was pretty early, for people on holiday anyway, as we bundled into the Chrysker Grand Voyager, on this very cold Swellendam morning.
We were making our way to the Swellendam Backpackers, from where we would proceed to ‘Two Feathers’ for some horse riding.
Riding is something we love.
The opportunity to ride new horses & acquaint ourselves with the mountain forest adjacent to Swellendam, enough of an incentive to get up early & face the cold.
The Chrysler Grand Voyager’s heated seats & climate control a friendly reminder this morning that we are traveling, not on our own, but supported by friends & along with you.
We’re not accustomed to the opulence of this kind of vehicle – our somewhat ageing Defender offering nothing more than the very basics which could be expected from a hardy vehicle.
Windows to roll down for ventilation.
A characteristically rattling sliding back window to create the ambiance of off-roading, even on smooth city streets.
As we turn off into Swellendam, the Voyager senses the first spatterings of rain, automatically switching on its window wipers to ensure maximum visibility.
Our Defender has window wipers as well.
They keep the rain off the windscreen whenever the left indicator is not engaged.
As we park the Voyager in front of the backpackers, as if persistent, the rain comes down in abbundant sheets.
Inside we’re greeted by Stephanie.
This morning the bearer of disappointment.
The precipitation will persist, but tomorrow is another day & perhaps it would fulfill the promise of flying on horse-back, the smell of forest leaves a trail behind us.
Stephanie has been building the Swellendam Backpackers for seventeen years.
She knows what can & cannot.
What will be pleasant & what will not.
And so we headback to Stonehill River Lodge, the sponsored Chrysler Grand Voyager’s comfort a small comfort on this cold winters day.
We light a fire in the fireplace.
We make brekafast together.
We watch a little bit of Hawaii 5-0.
We play some cards.
We make lunch together.
Enjoy the warmth of comfortable accomodation.
Sleep a bit.
That luxurious afternoon nap for which we never have time.
More cards are played.
More Hawaii 5-0 watched.
More wood placed on the fire.
And we are reminded that not everything is always about activity.
That sometimes our circumstances expect us to wait.
And tomorrow we try again.
Perhaps with success.
But this is life & nothing will be gained by resisting her flow.
Not even when urgency overwhelms us.
Supper is a slow affair.
Conversation connecting us.
How hurried we are to do instead of be.
How poor we are.
For not allowing the moment to be.