And I’m not talking about tweedle dee, dumb and dumber who were my trusty guides for a trip into the bush today.

It started with the news that the equipment we were to pick up could not be moved to a new site…due to the grain in the field needing to be harvest.

Fine said the captain of what soon turned out to be a rudderless ship…we’ll just pick it up and drop it off for storage…

Now at this point I had no real idea of the distances we were to travel or indeed what size, weight or even what the heck said equipment was.

I was just excited to have a day out in a 4×4.
Two and a half hours later, with some off roading through fields and there we found her.

What looked like a giant toilet.

Ok….
No not ok…

There’s no trailer…again in my ignorance I didn’t quite comprehend what this meant.

But when it was explained that said toilet weighed half a ton it became clear that this was not going to fit comfortably into the back of the bakkie.

Tweedles got their thinking caps on and an unseen project manager assisted in renting a trailer…but of course…this was back in Cape Town…two and half hours back where we’d come from…

A swift trip back into Cape Town to pick up a trailer.

Simple…of course not.

The electrics on our bakkie wouldn’t work when connected and 45 minutes of rewiring by the helpful trailer men and we were finally on our way AGAIN!

Safe in the knowledge that the worst of our day was still to come…

How were we, three eijits and one girl, to lift half a ton on to our newly rented trailer?

At least we knew that with the three calamities behind us our bad luck was over…

Surely nothing more could go wrong…the trailer might not hold the weight, the toilet might be too heavy to lift, we might not even make it to site before the sun went down.

We all knew that three could soon multiply to thirty things that could go wrong.

Two and a half hours became three with a quick break for a pee and captain dumber urging us to drive and eat rather than stop…

The toilet appeared to have grown in size while we meandered our way TO AND FROM AND TO site.

Bloodied but unbowed, we set forth to tackle the task at hand.

Wire cutters at the ready I was put in charge of the fence, tweedle dee and tweedle dum the anchors and dumber took charge of the solar panel.

Three engineers let loose from the confines of the office with only wooden poles and their ingenuity.

What could go wrong?

Surprisingly little. And with the combined strength of the tweedles and a bit of help from me pulling poles and tweedle dee performing some impressive karate kicks and in another two hours we had our toilet on the trailer.

Hysteria almost set in when we spotted a sign just outside the site offering trailers for rent, but by now, almost 10 hours after our journey began we hadn’t the energy to do more than laugh.

Our quiet journey home was at least contented, knowing that the toilet is (almost) back where it should be, 13 hours later, and the only injury sustained is the half splinter still stuck in my finger thanks to the cack hands of captain dumber.