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My Otter Journey |
I have always thought that walking the Otter Trail would be a lovely thing. When I was younger, I couldn't imagine that I would be the person who would like to hike with a back pack but as time passed I realised that my love for the outdoors was quickly overriding my doubt about carrying everything. So thus the desire turned into a reality when I not only booked to walk that trail a year ago but persuaded my family and friend to join me on this great adventure. Next on the list was getting fitter and shedding some weight. Ticked that off when I dropped 16kgs and also found that I could hike locally for 5-6kms without crying. Ah she thinks, this is going to be tough but I am up for it. Ha what a misconception Travelling down by car was exhausting mentally and physically especially seeing as the last 150kms were done without any idea of where the next petrol station would come up. See a little spoilt with one around every corner at home and also expecting one along the highway. So when the light came on and realising that the extra weight meant I only had about 40kms to go without any assistance, I had to start calling for support from beyond. Down to 20kms left and no sign of a station, I turned into a little settlement, asked one guy who sent me up the road to no avail it seemed, until I flagged a guy in an SUV down who wonderfully agreed to show me the way to the closest station. Apparently this was over a mountain and 20kms away. Breathe in and release Jânée you can do this and so can your car. Tension is rife in the car and I freewheel down the mountain into the garage and fill up to discover all I had left was 0.5 litres which means about 3kms driving left at the best. Kindness was shown to us that evening as the owner of the resort we booked into gave us hot delicious home baked bread with butter and jam after he came to meet us and show us exactly where his place is. I felt like I was in heaven. The next day came and what was supposed to be a day of rest became a day of rushing around sorting out where and how to leave my car and driving once again. Up and down to Plett, this was my first visit and lovely to experience, having lunch on the beach etc. Loads of laughter and spirits are high as we are all ignorant of what looms ahead. The fateful day arrives and we get up early eager and willing to embark on a journey I felt I was ready for. Big mistake. My backpack was overloaded at 18kgs and the minute I put it on, I felt the agony but told myself to take the strain as there was no other alternative. Within about a km my legs started turning to jelly and then the boulders loomed in their magnificence. Now let me tell you, it is hell on wheels to lift your legs about 1/2 metre high to clamber over boulders when you have 18kgs on your back and god knows too much weight still in your body. I needed to shed shit loads more weight before this day. My friends feet conked and my back started aching like it hasn't for years, and my poor children had to take on the extra worry of helping too older unfit women cross over these freaking rocks. Half way to the hut we finally came to the waterfall and had to trek down the rocks to get into the flipping water to cool off and relax all the while stressing as the sun was going to set and we were going to be stuck without a place to sleep. Pulling on every ounce of my connection and willpower I endeavoured to tackle the last part which I thought was going to be another 1,5 kms. Lie It was double that. I walked until my body couldn't, as 3 times along the route, I started jumping out of my body leaving the poor thing shaking and rattling whilst my son stared into my lifeless eyes. All I could do was implore Source to help me as I really didn't know how to step without agonising pain anymore. Each climb, each time I used my walking poles to pull myself up was excruciating and each time the path stretched further and further without respite. I knew that I would take the exit as by now it was obvious I didn't have the stamina for this arduous trail, but all I wanted was to get that damn backpack off (by now already my tiny 50kg daughter was carrying mine and I had her 14 kg one instead) Finally we turned a corner and there a gentle pink light led us into camp and all I could do was give thanks for I really felt that something supernatural helped my family and I get there. Really I don't know how we did it. I clambered into bed doped myself with pain killers, oh yes I did, and called for divine healing to restore my body so I could get to the exit point in the morning. Morning came and we left loads in the hut, it is amazing how little you care for things and their cost when you think about dumping weight. The trek up was twice the distance recorded, as I discovered most distances on this trail actually are and we made it to a point where I could call a park ranger and beg, yes I pulled the old lady and pain card without any remorse, to get him to take me back to my car which was at the end of the damn trail. Once I saw Freedom, my c ar, I collapsed into him and finally released all of the past 36 hours. My son drove us back to the resort and all I wanted to do was sleep. Seeing the relief in my children's faces that we hadn't died on the trail, from sheer exhaustion and also that we hadn't needed to be evacuated was priceless. My friend was in agony and I offered loads of healing to help her get through whilst remaining mindful that my body still needed loads too. After resting a little, I discovered that the young manager had an English assignment to deliver by the Friday and she was struggling. This was now Wednesday and without thinking I volunteered to help her on the Thursday. Thursday am we went off to the beach, tried to go to the closer one but I didn't want my car clamped so we drove yet again another round trip of about 150kms to Oyster Bay. Jumping into freezing ice cold water was grand even stinging my senses didn’t deter the whoohoo of doing something glorious and fun. On the return journey a loud sound of a rock shooting up but no damage to the car, I thought. Read on tomorrow's tale awaits. Upon returning to the camp to discover the assignment wasn't just in English but it is all about Futures and this country and nation building and if you know me, this is something I am so au fait with that I could help the young lady without a hassle. She started saying that is why I didn't finish the trail as she needed help and let me say, in her life no one has ever been there for her, so Source I do believe sent me as a messenger for her. Calm and chatting we finally bid our farewells and prepared to get up early on Friday as I wanted to get home. 3.15 am start, car making a funny noise, so I am listening to it and no less than 17kms later I pull over and realise when I see steam that something is wrong. It is now 3.45 am and I call the owner of the resort and ask for help. By now I am also thinking, I might need to get hold of my friend in Gauteng with a towing company if needs be. He says he will get his brother in law to come at about 6am. So hey, set up the energy, give thanks that we are parked on the verge of the on ramp to the highway, grateful that my instinct is good and so rest there until we can get assistance. The guy comes and tows us at a helluva speed back 12kms to a garage that fixes tractors etc and we wait until 6.30 when I can call them and they say they will be there shortly. By 7am they came and a lady in the little pit stop made us coffee and we are safe, feeling calm even though I have no idea what is wrong and if it can be repaired. It seems that loud noise was a stone that smashed a few bars in my car's radiator but it is repairable though not sure if the engine has been hurt. They take it off, epoxy it and we have to wait for it to dry. No sweat, I take my blanket and lie on the grass in the shade and sleep whilst trucks, tractors etc move around me. Hey I am safe what can go wrong? The guy repairs everything and says I might have to spend another night here as he wants to check how the engine responds once it gets hot., uh uh not liking that so I ask spirit to intervene and when all is replaced he listens to my car and his words are "you are very lucky as I cannot hear anything wrong with your engine". They also weld the Tommy/roll bar and it is now 11.30 am and we are ready to go. I pay the R1137 with pleasure and hit the road knowing I have 12 hrs ahead of me. 3 hours later I give the wheel over to my family as my feet for some reason are swollen like melons and I can hardly walk. They take a turn each saving me 3 hours and it is now close to 6pm and I need to get behind this wheel to take us home. My eyes are like sandpaper and my body is exhausted but I am resilient and stubborn so I can do this. We are singing and playing appreciation game and remaining positive. 3 hours later I am in dire need of coffee and eye drops, and oh hell we miss the off ramp to the petrol station so now I have to make another 30 minutes to the next one. The road was already blurring a lot for me and this is when I realised that once again, I have an iron will and a determination that Spirit will help me no matter what. I call on my higher consciousness to allow me to see and to carry me to this next off ramp as I don't believe that body has the power to do it anymore. We made it and thought ah we can get food here. Oh no I pull in as Steers closes. F+*k is all I can say at this stage. Well they sell coffee and so I hobble off to the loo and to get my double dose of coffee. In the meantime my son was talking to the petrol attendant and this kind man could see worry in his eyes and he pipes up and says to him, don't worry she is healed. Isn't that amazing? Angels of light all around sending messages of hope, even when you don’t’ see it. Eye drops in 5 minutes rest coffee down, time to tackle the last 1.5- 2 hrs. 45 minutes later the artificial juice is gone and I am pulling on my inner being again. As I am writing this I can feel that absolute pain and tiredness and I can also smile as I recall that feeling of knowing Source has me and is guiding me right there and then. Coming into Johannesburg South we come to a road accident that has just happened about 4 - 5 cars ahead. Sobering to feel a young guy fighting for his life and hearing the tears and sorrow (albeit only as a medium and psychic). I send energy and help him die and send support. I am wide awake now as all I am aware of is the fragility of life. Drop my friend in Oakdene and cruise home reaching Edenvale at 12.30 on Saturday am. I have been awake for about 22 hours and I am knackered. So my feedback about this entire trip. I am stronger than I know,
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