So to recap, on this journey the following has already happened:-
- Most of my worldly possessions were stolen from the car before I’d even left for the beach trip.
- We’d managed to get the bosses 4WD bogged as the tide was inexorably coming closer and closer…
We packed up and headed back on our 5-odd hour drive back to Adelaide, on what should be a relatively straight forward trip home. After we had driven for about an hour, when i heard an almighty crash and suddenly could see nothing out the windscreen.
No, A bird had not flown straight through the windscreen. No, a meteor had not fallen out of the sky and hit the 4WD, and aliens hadn’t abducted me either.
BUT as I jammed on the brakes, desperately hoping there was no car/ cow/ obstruction on the road in front of me, I realised that the car bonnet had come loose, caught the wind and flown up to smash into the windscreen.
Fortunately, with a little bit of jury rigging (AKA Simon MacGyver), with a hammer and a bit of wire, I was able to “re-secure” the car bonnet and limped the car back to Adelaide, albeit with a cracked windscreen and a bent up car bonnet.
As you can imagine, I wasn’t received warmly by my boss. He was less than thrilled with the damage on the car, particularly considering his lack of insurance on his car. I spent the next week sourcing and installing a new car bonnet and windscreen.
Although, the holiday was a great time away with friends, I could have really done without these three initial tragic travel events. Perhaps I should have realised that this was a harbinger for many future Tragic Travel calamities to come.
