Reaching Martin’s place, we sat for a few hours, ate, and slept. And then on Monday it was up at 5.30am in order to walk down to the local shop to catch the first pmv out. Martin and Thomas came too. The PMV was almost set to go – only it didn’t have a front left wheel. So we kept walking on the road down the hill, passing the cab of a truck that had slipped off the road and was parked (perched really) part-way down the muddy hillside, head-first; it had been there for a week. Its egg-yolk yellow colour was cheerful against the brown of the slope, but I didn’t like its chances.