This was a bad move. I drove across without bothering to check how deep the river was. It was over 2 feet. The Rolls stalled as she emerged the other side. Jan laughed, as did a number of on-lookers. I felt like an idiot. She came back to life after I dried the distributor. The chap in the background taking photographs turned out to be a monk doubling as a journalist. By the time they appeared in the local papers of Assam we were long gone.