One piece of advice we were given, which we always took very seriously: NEVER DRIVE AFTER DARK. Outside the town centres it was pitch black at night with no street lighting. Road signs were often non-existent and, even in broad daylight we had many a bumpy scare. You could be happily driving along a tarmac road for miles and miles when the surface would suddenly become a rutted dirt road. If you didn’t reduce speed immediately your vehicle would lurch drunkenly over the uneven surface. 20 metres further on the tarmac surface would reappear.
This concrete bridge spanned a dry river bed and a massive force of water must have tossed aside the solid concrete blocks. The only indication that the road ahead had been destroyed was a temporary red and white chevron, indicating we veer towards a replacement bridge further along.
Here they were laying pipes across the road and the only warning of the 6 foot drop was a small pile of earth in the carriageway (crossed by tyre marks). We had to do a sharp left swerve and take a dirt road round the obstacle, rejoining the road at the far telegraph pole.