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It was true. The bakkie was lodged in the river at a downward angle. The water was
actually flowing over the bonnet and wasn't far from breaching the windows. He was desperately revving the motor to keep it alive and the water out of his exhaust. He kept changing gears from 1st to Reverse in the hopes of getting a rocking motion going- to no avail. Water was pouring in around the brake and clutch pedals. Now it was flooding in from where the gearshift met the floor.
"We're in shit! We're in shit!" Dick kept saying and his face started to
take on a sort of panicked look. I imagine the Toyota bakkie was expensive. But it wasn't just that. If we couldn't extract ourselves- well, there we were. Stuck out in the boonies in Africa. I asked Dick if I
should get out and push and he replied that if I thought it would help, then by all means, get out and push.
I took out my wallet and other water sensitive items and threw them in the back
seat. I rolled the window down (wasn't really the best time to be opening the door) and crawled out. The river was brown with sediment and the bottom was slimy with mud and leaves from trees. I waded around to the
front of the bakkie as Gundula climbed out to help as well.
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