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.
A concrete bridge . . . 
. . . destroyed by a torrent
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.
