Without noticing it, I had landed in the tidal zone. There was no sign of the sea yet, but the wet sand smacked the tires and pulled relentlessly on the speed. Waving out the window, I signaled the others to stop, stay back! With a wide arc, I tried to make an U-turn. Tearing the steering wheel would have led to an immediate standstill. But after 100 meters it was over. Franky stranded, as well. Ben stayed on solid ground. Well, earlier than expected, but let’s get the sand shovels out. Franky says, great, then I can try out my Airjack, a rubber balloon that is inflated by exhaust gases. No sooner said than done, the car tilted out of the sand on top of the threateningly growing balloon, Done.