So today I was back on the coastal road, the day after Ken and I went to Stellenbosch, this time to the airport to meet with Mzi (but that is another story, hey, Mzi … !)

The coastal road that leaves Muizenberg and hugs the beach tightly on its way east towards the other side of False Bay truly hugs the beach tightly for an initial few kilometers.

The sea-hug begins from just after Sunrise beach, and the traffic circle at the bottom of Prince George Drive.

You drive along to the new ‘little circle’, less than a kilometre away, then the road turns from north east to east, and a couple of hundred metres later you are there, starting to hug the sea.

Firstly between you and the sea are the dunes covered in coastal fynbos.

When you go past the Zeekoevleikanaal (the turn around point of the my runs with my feet pounding the edge of the tide from Sunrise or Muizenberg beach) you start getting really close to the tide.

By that I mean that the tide reaches up to less than a stone’s throw away.

You would think that it is not possible that any engineer could have been so short sighted to build the road so close when it is so flat with the sea … ?

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The next big sea, the next super spring tide will wash the tar away … surely?

I have driven along this road for some decades thinking about this – and it has not yet happened!?

Sure, the seawater has at times reached the tar, and manifested as salty puddles.

It is almost demeaning to the sea to describe it like this, as manifesting in mere salty puddles on the tar.

All that colossal might out there, that angry sea that made me throw up overboard half a dozen times once before ‘stand easy’, the mid morning naval brunch, on one of our naval survey ‘little ships’ with Black Mac serving greasy toasted cheeses through the hatch of the chart room, all that has only managed a few puddles every now and again.

Now what would Cap’n Smudge have to say about that (a Smith is a Smudge in the Royal Navy parlance, and even though his rank was that of a senior NCO, as Commanding Officer he was the Captain, to the discomfort of us midshipmen on our ‘jolly pirate’ ship … ).

His mighty sea and only a few puddles!? You must be kidding me!

And the road so flat and vulnerable to a mad winter storm spring tide!?

But … and here is the surprise, what does cause the road to close down, and the traffic cops to divert us half way around the world to get from A back to B and vice-a-versa!?

That invisible force, up in the sky, doing as it pleases, blowing incessantly when it knows it can irritate, sending the braai (barbecue) smoke in our faces, and whichever way we turn to get a better grip on the snoek, it is there making us cry, with our wives demanding to know when will the fish be ready, and us manne (men) with our beers in one hand and the braai tongs in the other babbling something about the wind and the smoke in our eyes, and just give us a moment, can you not see that you are right and that we truly cannot multi-task …!?

Yes, the wind … driving us manne as crazy as only our vroue can …

It blows the sand from the beach and huge trucks with massive logs have to divert and go the long route, the three other sides of a very long, long rectangle to get by …

There is a lesson in this:

it is not the obvious that will catch us in Life,

no, it is that which is

least expected,

the trivial,

the silent,

the invisible,

it is that which will …

Copyright © 2015 G. Rigotti

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