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'OK, everyone out,' cried Rick, our overland expedition leader. We jumped down and set to work. It was a well-rehearsed routine: unhook the sand mats, dig out the sand in front of the wheels, slot the mats into place, and move around to the rear of the truck ready to push when Rick started the engine and gave us the signal.
Gradually, the truck struggled free, and we were able to resume our drive along the beach, hoping to reach the safety of a fishing village before the tide cut us off. A tense hour passed and then, suddenly, we saw a group of children shouting and waving as they ran towards us. We made it, only narrowly beating the rising tide. |