I continually say… you never know what will happen in the day when you wake up in the morning. That was so true today. The morning started off fairly normal. We were camped on the bluff overlooking the beach. The dense fog and roaring waves drowned out the normal morning TdA sounds of tents and sleeping bags zipping open and closed, so everyone was running a bit behind. Plus, no one wanted to leave such a great spot! But, we had to move on to the next spot, so off we went.
Again, I was up half the night so riding wasn’t possible. I joined a few others in the van and we persuaded our driver, Jacques to make a morning stop in the fishing village along the bay for coffee. It all seemed like a normal, gray, cool, misty day… until we pulled into camp and heard the rumor that one of our large vans had flipped over. Unfortunately, the rumor was true. Our “green van” experienced a brake failure as it descended a highway overpass. The van flipped into the road ditch onto its roof as the driver negotiated the turn in the road. Thankfully, the only two people inside, the driver and another staff member in the passenger seat, were not injured – it was truly a miracle.
Unfortunately, the five bicycles that were on the cab roof rack (Kari’s included) and the additional ones inside the van storage area (mine included) did not make it – totaled beyond the ability to ride. Despite the luggage lockers collapsing into each other, the staff was able to rip the exterior walls of the van off and pull all the luggage out through the sides – a logistical mess. Once again, the tour leader, Sharita, and her staff did a great job with all the logistics involved in this incident. They quickly arranged for rental bikes to be brought up from Cape Town for those riders who lost their bicycles and another overlander truck arrived to take on the luggage. And of course, at the end of the day, all that stuff is just stuff; the most important point is that everyone is safe and alive.