After fueling up, we soon diverted off to the river road to Kaingu, a single vehicle track passing through several villages. There was a time or two that we weren’t sure if we were on the right track or not, and we mostly depended on the GPS. In wet weather, the going is probably sloppy and slow. The current dry condition took more attention to navigate the holes and ruts. Even at low speeds, the swerving and rocking made me realize that there were not many place to hang on in the seat. Holding onto the one handle on the dash directly in front of the passenger seat made me feel like I was on an amusement park ride. After a good whack to my head with the seat belt bracket, I used the door to brace against the dips and bumps as Steve did the pothole polka with the road.