I stare across the wide body of fast-moving water, wondering how I’m going to be able to cross it. There’s a rusty, orange bridge on my right, but it has collapsed from the force of the river’s flow. I glance behind me, making sure that the crocodile is still a decent distance behind me. It’s about two hundred metres away, but moving quickly. I swing my backpack off my back, take a deep breath, and jump in and start to swim diagonally across the river; using the pack as a float. I hope there aren’t any crocodiles within the river!