Around mid morning one of my Indian Engineers (VJ) asked if he could borrow my Land Cruiser - Nothing unusual about that - Going off road, take the Land Cruiser - I told him the keys are in the ignition and then added 'but get it back by lunchtime'

Lunch came, no VJ and no Land Cruiser.

So I grabbed a lift with someone else and never gave it another thought.

About 2 O'Clock one of the Mechanical Engineers came in and asked with a smirk on his face - 'Got your truck back yet?'

This prompted me to call VJ..

My question on where my car was was met with a hurried excuse (and an obvious lie)

So I asked the Mechy where my car was.

'Try Area 3 - next to SS60'...

I borrowed another car and drove over to have a look....

Yep there was my Land Cruiser.... It's tow bar roped to a Pick-Up truck.

Sitting in the pick-up was a miserable looking Indian guy.

Sitting in my Toyata was another miserable looking Indian guy (who we know by the name of VJ).

The Pick-Up truck was stuck past the doors in quicksand.... and so was my Toyota.

But there was more...

The font of my Toyota was tied to the back of a bus (also occupied by a miserable looking Indian guy and also stuck in the quicksand)

The front of the bus was roped to the front of a 10 ton crane - and yes the crane driver was a very miserable looking Indian guy - his miserable countenance gradually being overcome by his fear of the quicksand he was sinking in.

Approaching from the distance was a twenty ton crane driven by a very confident looking Indian guy.



Sitting along the ridge of a nearby sand dune was a group of Bedouin - slapping their thighs and howling in appreciative laughter.