@rory.macleod Aug. 14 | One time in Namibia, I was staying in a campground with two other cyclists. It had been a long, grueling ride to get to the red dunes of Sossusvlei, and now we were facing a difficult choice: whether to keep biking in the stifling heat or try and hitchhike our way out of there.
There wasn’t an obvious answer. None of us had the energy to keep riding — the roads were that bad — but the likelihood of us finding someone to take all three of us plus our bags and all three of our bikes didn’t seem that great. We had only seen a few trucks on our way into Solitaire and every one of them had been full.
Just as we were debating our options, a pickup rolled into the campground. We could see right away that the bed was empty and it was towing a small trailer. We couldn’t believe our luck. It was as if some genie had come out of a lamp and conjured this vehicle right out of thin air. We sent Simon over to go talk with the man, and while he did, I turned to Olivia and said, “If this works out, I will never worry about anything again.” Two days later, Tinus (the driver) dropped us off at the South African border. We were back on asphalt again.
I wish I could say I lived up to my promise, but the truth is, I still worry about things. But every now and then the universe reminds me of how unnecessary it is. Just this morning, I discovered my camera lens had broken. Knowing how that could be the end of my Instagram project, I called every shop I could find a number for, but none had a replacement. I then remembered about Njuškalo, the local Craigslist, and decided to give it a shot. As luck would have it, a guy in Split had what I needed and he was here for one last day. Tomorrow he leaves for Šolta and after that he’s moving to Zagreb. Quickly, I arranged to borrow a friend’s car and get myself to the ferry. I met Ivan at the dock, we had coffee, and now I have a working camera again.
So once more, I’m reminded that things will break. Things will occasionally go wrong. But no matter how bad a situation may seem, there will always be some pickup pulling into the parking lot or some guy in Split with the only camera lens around. You just have to trust the process.