I was invited to spend a week in the mountains with family. Without thinking, I accepted the offer. More decisions should be made this way.
Once we had packed the car and were on the road, I decided that now would be a great time to ask where we were headed. “Mpumalanga”, came the answer from the driver’s seat. Excellent! That narrowed it down.
Arriving at our destination I assessed the surroundings and immediately started planning how to survive the coming week while exposed to the African elements. We’d be roughing it, camping at the foot of the mountain, under the stars, in a five-bedroom chalet. Armed with nothing but a fully equipped kitchen, three bathrooms, two weeks worth of food and a wi-fi connection, we were helpless.
Navigating through the vast expanses between the kitchen and scullery was excruciating. Praise Santa for the cleaning staff who came by twice a day. That dishwasher was a minefield.
Mother Nature is as beautiful as she is dangerous. The old lady did not allow me to forget this when, on the first morning, a beast of the forest entered our dwelling. In the early hours of dawn, the birds began announcing the start of a fresh day. It was 09:45 and I lay asleep with the window open. The sound of an intruder triggered my cat-like reflexes – I screamed as though someone stood on my tail. That’s when I saw him. A 5000 gram vervet gorilla, seated on the nightstand. Foolishly, I had left a packet of mixed nuts in the open. A potentially fatal error. As a shark senses injured prey, the vervet sniffed out my nut sack.
The predator noticed immediately that I had awoken. With lightning reflexes, perfected over millions of years of evolution, the hunter snatched its prize, mosquito repellent, and escaped back through the window. Clearly they have developed a desire for certain comforts and are brand-loyal to Peaceful Sleep. Soon they will be leaving comments on social media, using catch phrases like yolo, wearing Monster apparel, subscribing to Breitbart and listening to Die Antwoord.