When I lived in South Africa, the one thing I was told over and over by the natives was “Don’t travel after dark.” I said “okay,” and I really did try my best to accommodate that recommendation. Errands, particularly those that required a vehicle, were done in the morning or afternoon.
One day an out-of-town visit for some of the fellow missionaries and myself took longer than expected, and we were late getting back. The road that led to the very rural town we were staying in meandered through sugarcane fields, and there were no street lights. For the most part, there was no electricity of ANY kind where we were staying. (Living without a fridge was a new experience!)
Night fell. Soon the headlights of the car were the only lights to be seen for miles around. Sugarcane loomed on each side, growing right up to the edge of the narrow, two lane road.
Suddenly and almost out of nowhere, there appeared a very large tree trunk in the road. It was lying perpendicular to oncoming traffic and completely blocked the lane we were driving in. We swerved the car to avoid it, but in the OTHER lane there was a small wall of boulders stacked to block traffic. It was close – the sidewall of the tires scraped the edge of the rocks on one side – but we managed to navigate through.