TRAPPED AND ALONE 36 DAYS IN CROC-INFESTED WILDERNESS
Soaring above the trees, I flew my plane 3000 feet above the ground.
Down below were endless kilometres of untouched Amazonian forest in Brazil.
An experienced flyer, I still felt a pang of worry contemplating the extraordinary views.
If something happens here, what do I do? I thought.
It was so remote.
And ferrying fuel for work, I was flying solo.
Then, mid-flight, the engine suddenly stopped cold.
As the plane spluttered along, adrenaline charged through my veins and I clutched the controls.
