Avakas gorge, where the river has run dry but one still can see traces of water-living creatures, preserved in clay-turned-rock.

Roger, Ian and I are walking along the bottom of the gorge, and it's hot. We stay in the shade, but the sweat is pouring down myface as we follow the smooth curves of the rock, worn down by long gone water currents. I secretly hope to see a snake, but all we come across is a couple of geckos and the white skull of a goat.

On the way back we go seriously off-road in our hired Vitari. I get thrown up from my seat again and again, only a very firm grip onto the framework keeps me from leaving the jeep head first.