It’s pitch dark. I can see as far as the light from the fog lamps reaches, but nothing beyond that. It feels like we’re stuck in the middle of some sort of marshy bog. I soon realise that it feels that way because, well, we are stuck in the middle of a marshy bog.
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“Let’s go left,” my co-pilot says to me, pointing in the direction of some sort of path that I can vaguely see. I’m sceptical, but what choice do I have really. So I turn the steering left and engage first gear. This is going to be an adventure, I think to myself…