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There’s light at the end of the tunnel. Or in our case, a one-hundred-metre waterfall cascading down a rocky canyon wall. This is where the river begins, but is it where our journey ends?
There’s still a distance to go. I have the Jeep revving in the red. Enough to keep us at speed, but hopefully not so much that I blow the engine. Yet still, our speed isn’t enough. Death stalks us like we’re in a Final Destination film. I’m just waiting for Tony Todd to appear in my comms and deliver a monologue about dying in the creepiest, deep voice he can muster. I look in my mirror and want to say ‘Candyman’ five times. I’ll take my chances with him and his mouthful of bees over the nine-metre-long Allosaurus from Hell.
Two rocks protrude from the trail. I avoid one but hit the other. The fat w
