“How was your morning?” my housemate innocently asked as we
sat across from one another, enjoying a warm cappuccino.
“Oh. I had an adventure!” I eagerly responded. “This morning, when I left to take the dog on
a walk, Natalie and Lauren (names changed) asked if they could join me
too. While on our walk we turned the
corner of the property to see a herd of cows coming in our direction. “Um…Natalie….are we going to be ok?” I asked.
“Yes”, she responded. So putting my faith in the word of a teenager, we carried
on, walking in the direction of cows, as they walked towards us. But as we got
closer, the Bull and two females started bucking! The three of us and the dog
stopped dead in our tracks. “Natalie. I’m scared”…”ME TOO” she gasped.. “Ok,
listen girls. We are going to turn around. We are not going to run. But we are
going to jog very quickly with out pumping our arms. Understand? Ready…Go.” So
we did just that and when we go to the corner, we turned left, and the cows
following behind turned right. We took a huge sigh of relief and then burst out
laughing and continued our way home.”
As I finished my story, I took a sip of my drink, and that
is when it dawned on me that only in South Africa, where the first and third
world meet, could I possibly need to outrun a herd of cows, and later enjoy a cappuccino
at a fancy shop in the same day.
South Africa, you’re beautiful and you intrigue me.
