In fact we were suppose to conclude that expedition within four hours and we had been on the road almost three hours and the day was getting older and the target village was still "one cigarette smoking distance". I kept quite for a while did not want to appear "chicken" but worried. More over the road ccondition was getting so bad we were like popcorns in the skillet and getting over tenderized. Even John, who owns humongous dimensions – we do not know his weight because the kids in PP would not allow him to stand on the scale – hit his head several times to the ceiling of the car. I thought the New Zealanders come from British elite - not like Ausies - therefore never use four letter words I was wrong.

Our average speed dropped down to 3 and half miles per hour. I never thought the money is more important than time and my hypothesis was proving itself once again. Suddenly road conditions start improving but did not last very long. When I was thinking all is improving – born optimist – the General’s car dropped it diesel tank. I thought, " This is it". But the General’s driver stepped out with a hammer and a pair of pliers lied in the muddy water and started repairing it. Of course he had a cigarette between his lips luckily it was a diesel engine but I do not thing it would make any difference for him if it was a petrol one.

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