Durban was Dan’s stomping ground; his comfort zone in a way. He’d often lock up his flat in Hillcrest and take a drive down to the beachfront in his 1967 Volkswagen Beetle – the jalopy his grandmother had left to her favourite grandchild. Dan absolutely loved everything about his car: the faux-leather seats with little punched holes along the edges; the rear-mounted engine that made your bum tickle when sitting in the back seat.
The beetle was sprayed baby blue about a year before Dan’s gran went to the great nursing home in the sky, but that didn’t bother him. For a pretty car, his Beetle could go like the clappers. He’d zoom along the M13 like he had a crowning spouse in his passenger seat – weaving through the traffic so recklessly that even minibus taxi drivers would hoot and wave hand obscenities as he passed.
One Friday afternoon, just before leaving his office in Morningside, Dan’s boss asked if he would be so kind as to make a delivery to a client in Ballito the next morning – pointing to a pile of boxes in front of his desk. Though he considered it a drag of monumental proportions, Dan’s willingness to book a spot in his boss’s good books trumped his hesitations almost immediately. He was going to deliver the boxes to Ballito, return to work a hero in the boss’s eyes, and maybe even get a little monetary reward for his efforts.
Dan started packing the nine boxes into his back seat, soon realising that he’d need to pile some onto his passenger seat as they were irregularly shaped and didn’t stack well. He couldn’t see out of his rear-view mirror, but that didn’t matter. Dan headed out of the office complex gates, hit the M13 going west, and was pulling into his driveway before he knew it. He decided to leave the boxes in the Beetle overnight, and within ten minutes after arriving home, he was comfortably lounging on his couch with a night of movie marathons ahead of him.
Dan woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping in the Willow outside his lounge window. His eyes opened slowly, and he realized that he was still in the same position as the night before. I must have dozed off, he thought to himself as he dragged his stiff body to an upright position. Coffee was needed. He thought he’d take the boxes to Ballito first thing, giving him the rest of Saturday to spend on the beach.
He jumped through a shower, pulled on some clothes, chugged his cup of Nescafe Gold and headed outside towards his Beetle that was covered in condensation droplets. The handle was freezing to the touch, and the driver’s seat even colder. Dan inserted the key into the ignition, gave it a turn, and listened to the quiet sound of a dead motor car. He tried again, but nothing. He was about to try a third time when his phone rang – it was the boss. Dan ignored the call; he knew exactly what the big cheese was looking to find out. He needed to get the boxes to Ballito, and fast!
His only option was to organise a rental vehicle – pronto! Dan tapped the Google Chrome icon on his phone’s screen, placing the cursor in the search bar. Hire a bakkie in Durban was his search term. He didn’t want to risk damaging a rental passenger car’s interior with the boxes, and thought a bakkie would suit his task better.
Highway Bakkie Hire came up as the first result, and Dan opened the link. A stunningly designed blue and white website loaded up, prompting Dan to get in touch with a branch – one of which seemed to be situated right there in Hillcrest. He clicked on the contact number, and it initiated a call. Within five minutes Dan had organised a rental car and it was on his way to him (he asked for it to be delivered as his car was out of action).
Fifteen minutes later and a white Toyota Hilux single cab with the letters HBH printed on both doors pulled into his driveway. A smiling man stepped out of the driver’s side, handed Dan a form to fill in, and once the formalities were out of the way – placed the keys in Dan’s palm and wished him well on his travels. Dan couldn’t believe how easy it was proving to organise a rental car. He packed the nine boxes into the rhino-lined bin, gave the Highway Bakkie Hire driver a salute of appreciation, and headed out towards the freeway.
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