Yesterday seemed to be the day for giant snails to attempt to cross the road. On the way from Grahamstown to Port Elizabeth I saw two on the tar, heading optimistically across. There were also a few crows picking stuff up from the road - which may have been ex-snails.
The grass is green, the bushes are leafy. I wanted to tell these snails - just turn around and 5 minutes you will be back where the good food is. Stay on your path and you face hours of tar and almost certain death. But they seem oddly determined to pursue their chosen route.
I feel pretty snailish myself. Phase 1 is a dry, hard place much of the time. It would be so much easier just to give up. Go back to my family in Jhb. Go visit some churches and find one that needs a lay pastor or preacher.
But, like the snails, I don't really know what lies ahead. My vision doesn't extend to the other side of the tar. I don't know what the chances are of my being wiped out by a passing truck. Am I on a fool's errand? Or is there something better on the other side of the road?