One day I was cruising in the Liwa desert with one of my friends, wanting to spend time and waiting for the rest of the group so we could start camping in the desert. As we were chatting and got deeper and deeper in the desert, suddenly I remembered that I didn’t fill up the car with fuel. So I turned the car and went back towards the petrol station in Liwa city. As I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it just did and the car totally ran out of gas. You can say we were approximately ten to twenty kilometers away, which gave us hope that we would be rescued. As the time passed, so did our patience and water.
My friend tried to climb the sand dunes to pick up a signal for the phone as there was no signal in the middle of the desert, but all our attempts to be rescued failed. We actually started to lose hope and faith of ever being found. Suddenly and out of nowhere a pickup car was heading our way. I rushed up the sand dune to tell my partner the good news. Slowly the vehicle stopped in front of us and the driver asked us if we needed any help. We told him our story as we were gasping for air; he was so kind to offer us water and a ride back to the city. When we arrived at the gas station, I called my friends and told them what happened. They came and picked us up and went to the car; after that we went straight home and cancelled the whole trip as it was too late and we weren’t in the mood. That was a scary experience but it taught both of us a lesson, making sure the car has enough fuel before going anywhere.
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