So the other day, a couple weeks back actually we took a road trip down to Mombasa. Did I plan to? No, but any chance to unwind and get away from the jams and hustle of the Nairobi CBD and I’m there, planned or otherwise. Let me not bore you with the details though. Let’s just pack our bags and take off shall we.
Now prior to taking this trip, I always thought that driving down to the coast was long, tiring and really boring; emphasis on prior though because this time I had my camera handy and decided to make the most out of the journey. I was unaware just how long it would be but look at me getting ahead of myself. Where were we?
It was a challenge at first to photograph the scenery from within a moving vehicle, but I took advantage of the moments when we slowed down at a bump to capture that interesting shot. It was beautiful, the colors, the shadows. Sometimes I wish my eyes were my camera so that I could capture everything just as it is without compromising any detail.
But as all impromptu journeys go, it wasn’t long before we hit a snag. I’ll let you guess.
If you deduced ‘flat tire’ then yep, you’re right.
Some distance just after Sultan Hamud, far enough from the town and no closer to the next is when the back left tire decided it was time to take a breather. Granted there were enough men in the car to handle the situation, only well…haha…things weren’t going to be so easy after all. Again, though, I get ahead of myself, forgive me. To changing the tire…
Getting the car off the ground was easy enough. We just took turns flexing our muscles. Too bad there wasn’t anyone to appreciate just how taunt they were after all the hard work. *clears throat* But it was up and guess what?
We couldn’t find the lock nut. Don’t worry if you have no idea what that is. Neither did i…haha.
It’s basically a full proof way to ensure the tire cannot be pried from the car without your consent. It also means that if like us you happened to misplace it, well then you’d be in a heap of a mess not to mention not going anywhere until you find it.
So the frenzy begun… Check under the seats, in the glove compartment, the boot, behind the chairs, everywhere. Who knew that such a small thing could impale you as much?
Mitsubishi 1 – Eli and Family 0
With a little patience however, it was found.
I was soon to also discover another special characteristic of the car. Which one you sak? Well only that the spare tire was screwed under the car.
Mitsubishi’s other idea of a practical joke. Not funny man, that thing was a workout in itself, took four of us to get it out. I wonder if that’s the whole idea. If so then what happens if you get a puncture at night? Heading out to work? It’s raining? It gives me the chills just thinking about it.
Eventually though, we got it down.
Freedom was nigh. I could smell the winds of change. Then again, that could have been the sweat I had worked out. Anyway, fact was that soon we would be back on the road again, or so I thought.
So we fixed her up…
Tightened her in and well…
So close yet so far.
This was soon to be followed by a series of hitch hiking, siestas by the side of the road, more muscle flexing and we weren’t even halfway through our trip to Mombasa.
Moral of the story people…Check your tires before you leave…all of them.
Also, maybe don’t get a car that requires you to solve the riddle of how one man or woman can change a tire, unscrew the secured spare tire from under the car, screw back the metal holder, fix the tire in, load the punctured tire, pump it, change it back, unscrew the metal holder, screw back the spare from the top while holding the metal holder securing the spare tire in place at the bottom of the car and still make it to where you’re going on time and clean.
Yeah…and it’s worse than it sounds…haha.
Anyway, join me next time to discover whether we managed to get lucky or resorted to just throw in the towel.
Thanks so much for reading and I hope to see you back again soon.