We had been hiking all day and the sun was starting its journey over the horizon. The sky was streaked with purples and oranges as the early summer evening turned to night. We’d been following the same single lane road for hours, hoping to come in contact with civilisation.
“I think we should set up camp here,” Dan said, pointing to a field on the left.
I spotted the white triangular sign with a red border containing the icon of a tank. Read more »