Maybe some of the South African members or some who know the history of our country can help me with this one!
About a month back, a couple we (I and the husband) are friends with, popped in one Saturday to tell us they were pregnant - to celebrate, we suggested we go for lunch. For some reason or the other, we suggested driving out of Cape Town for this special lunch - namely going out the Strandloper somewhere close to Mykonos on the West Coast.
Ok - after stopping by a Farm stall for a snack after a tedious journey - we spotted the heavy rain clouds. My husband then suggested we cancel seeing as you have to sit outside at the Strandloper - I have never been and at this point I start urging everyone to carry on with our trip - eventually they all agreed.
As Murphy's Law would have it, just before we reach the Strandloper, it starts to pour! Thunder, lightning, the works!
Bored with our road trip - we decided to head back to Cape Town. By this time it was completely dark - the cars were now fewer on the way home, as many people were enjoying their weekend in Mykonos.
It was just myself and my female friend on the back seat - the guys sat up front. My friend's boyfriend had taken over the driving much to my disapproval (he's a speed-freak!), while my husband sat up-front with him, but was focused on his cell phone.
I saw these lights flashing behind us, another car, I thought. Our driver did not move left to let the car pass. I knew our driver was a bit arrogant and stubborn on the road, but not enough to ignore a driver wanting to pass (lots of road rage incidents in South Africa).
I looked back, there was nothing. I was probably that tired, I imagined it. After a couple of minutes, the lights of a car behind us flashed again - this time both my friend and I on the backseat turned around to completely nothing!
We looked at each other and shrugged, but again our driver did not give way.
I started to get a tad annoyed with our driver and asked if he was purposefully trying to annoy the driver behind us. His reply sent chills down my spine... There is no car behind us.
He eventually admitted (once we were safely at home) to seeing the lights flash behind us.
I have always had this fear of that dark lonely road - my older sister used to make me tag along when she would cart my brother and his family up and down to their place in a town along that road.
Can anyone help with this one?
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