I'd been humming along the dirt road that runs through the lower part of the frame when suddenly the hood (bonnet) of my Hilux just lifted up and crashed back into the windshield! I was stunned. Stunned and blinded. Where was the road?
As my faded memory recalls, pretty much every afternoon at around 3:00 pm, the clouds would build us and a series of thunder storms would roll through. The noise from the rain and thunder rendered our seismic recording an exercise in futility so we'd return to camp, and face the prospect of cooking once again.