Yesterday afternoon, R had to go to the Ministry of Roads and Transport to sort out a little issue about a new road that's going in next to some of our property. The engineer there was very kind and seems to be a good guy. I just thought it was really ironic that the road going into the compound was, well, rather difficult! I had to sort of hold my breath as I drove the LandCruiser down over the lip of the road and through the potholes, while navigating our beast of a LandCruiser through the gate. When coming back out, I sat there and stared up at the cliff in front of me, while assessing the position of the gate, and watching all the motorcycles, busses, cars and pedestrians crawling all over the road onto which I needed to cross while getting over the cliff. I was driving because R, with his wounded arm and hand, isn't able to drive. But he looked at me and saw me hesitating, and said, "Are you scared?". I'm woman enough to admit to R that yes, I was scared. I was more scared of getting stuck and rolling back into the fence and getting blamed for denting the relatively new LandCruiser than anything else.
So, the man who I was driving to the Ministry of Roads and Transport swapped places with me to get the vehicle out the gate which was such a bad road that I was scared! Of course, R is a much more aggressive driver than me, and he just went for it and had enough momentum to get us over the cliff and pushed through the traffic. Once we were across the road, we got out and swapped places again!
I chuckled to myself the entire way back to the compound.
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