On Saturday my daughter and I decided to venture out to our local supermarket which is a short and beautiful drive away.
I won't go into all the details only that when I stopped to turn right into the complex the Dala Dala at the back of the train of cars behind me failed to do the same. Our car came off the least dented and the dala dala sped off and is still missing.
Thankfully there were no casualties, and after a cuddle with Ellie (who took it all in her stride), I thought of my yoga and mindfulness and what I've learned from it. I didn't look forward or back but settled into the moment, took a couple of yogi breaths, noticed what my body was doing, relaxed and focused on what needed to be done.
Shortly after arriving in Tanzania, I'd had a similar crash with a Piki Piki (I wrote about it in my travel blog) and felt quite lost. This time I took photos, wrote numbers and announced to the growing crowd that I was off to fetch the police who were soon followed by Paul and our Tanzanian friend Godi.
Paul and I have spent a good part of this weekend form filling, waiting at the station and chatting football with the police. On reflection we ended up enjoying ourselves and feel it is another African adventure. We are hoping to claim off the other vehicle's insurance but in the meantime need a new back door.
This could have been so much worse and I am very conscious of how lucky we have been.
I love driving but not here as there are too many nutters on the road, but it definitely gets me out of my comfort zone and shakes me up (see previous post)