THEY REACHED THE OTHER SIDE four hours later. By which time, G was in a state near traumatic stress.
Grinning like a Barbary macaque, Bryce slapped G’s back. ‘You did well, mate,’ he said.
G shook his head in utter disbelief.
‘Bud, I met some of your relatives from the other side. Remind me to introduce you on our return.’
Still on his knees, and in a state of mental fog and physical exhaustion, G looked out to sea. Stretched out before him was the outline of the coast of Tarifa, Spain.
How the hell did we do that?
G glanced at the Aussie; Bryce should feel as beat as him, but he didn’t appear to be.
Knackered, he hung his head, yet Bryce was already on his feet stripping off his wetsuit.
Bryce saw that G was still collapsed on the beach.
‘Better move your arse, mate. It’s close t
