Late to the party but I thought I'd share anyway. This was in South Africa just outside of Cape Town on the highway back in 1988. I was on a little road trip with my fiance at the time back to Durban where she was born. I had just finished my mandatory service in the Angolan War and the country was a very dangerous place to live in. We had been driving for more than four hours in the dead of night when we came up to a footbridge. I noticed a small black object approaching us at eye level. It was a massive brick hung from wire off of the footbridge. I tried to swerve out of the way, but it resulted in us crashing into a deep ditch. As I sat realizing what was happening and trying to regain my senses I heard the shouts of a dozen or so men approaching from the other side of the road. I grabbed my terrified fiancee and dived into this marsh like field on the other side of the ditch. I covered us in mud and told her to restrict her breathing, and we hid four feet from the car, in plain sight but hidden, just as I was taught in the South African Defense Force. The footsteps got closer and the taunts louder, and before I knew it, there were a dozen or so black men with machetes walking around us, trying to push the car out of the ditch and look for us. We hid there for three hours as they salvaged the car, and after we thought they left we crawled along the ditch back to a farm house. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I can't imagine what they would have to done to us, specifically my fiancee if they had caught us. My wife and I are glad we live in Canada now.