(This post follows the 3 part Good, Bad Ugly posts) The weekend held even more excitement, if you can imagine. Sunday evening we find out we must go to Kalk Bay to report the incident to the police with jurisdiction over our case. “I can’t even begin to explain where the police station is, it’s on the main road. You’ll see it. You must be here 1900” were the exact directions given to us by some unknown police officer as to how to find the police station 45 minutes away from the centre, an hour and a half before our deadline. No, he did not tell us that there is no police station in Kalk Bay. No, he did not tell us the police station with jurisdiction over Kalk Bay is actually in the neighboring town of Muizenburg. No, he did tell us that “it’s on the main road” really means “there is a small, almost visible sign on the main road that points up some dark road heading into the mountains where the actual police station hides, out of view from the main road”. Five turn arounds and two stops asking for directions later, we reached our destination with 3 minutes to spare. Why we had to be there before 7pm we still do not know, I think they were trying to scare us into actually coming. I can’t even begin to explain the frustrations that were fuming behind us as we hauled our bums into the station.
Luckily, the actual reporting of the incident went very smoothly. A really fun younger man with a very thick accent helped fill out the forms and sent us on our way (ticket-less and a little more joyful about the situation after our conversation with him, he reminded Sara that there are no bad drivers, everyone makes mistakes)
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