Up at 5am for bird surveys. Whist off-roading, the front left tyre went flat. Voom. Just like that. Fast puncture.
Now then. This wheel was the spare, as we’d previously had a slow puncture. That wheel was fixed and awaiting our collection in Sam’s garden. So we had no spare. We did however have a diving air canister in the back of the car. Just in case this should happen!
The fun began.
We developed a speedy method of inflating the tyre/tube, throwing canister back in car, screwing air cap back on, throwing ourselves in to the car, and driving as slowly as possible but as far as possible. While the air violently and rapidly hissed out leaving a flat hot empty tyre each time. Each of these times lasted just a few minutes, a few hundred metres. I very much felt like I was living in a Carry On film.
Having reached Sam’s and the spare tyre, tyres swapped, we then headed for town to get the duff one repaired. Typically, the recommended tyre repair shop was closed.
Having found another one. The tyre fixer showed us how the inner tube was shredded. Unrepairable. But guess what… He doesn’t keep any stock. So obviously we had to drive across town to a store that sells inner tubes.
Eventually. Tyre fixed. Back home after what felt like a tyre related whole morning. Lunch. Feed Camilla. Back to Fontein to work on Internet. Back to the car to go do our dusk bird surveys. What? Another flat tyre. Argghhh!
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