Day 18. Well since the plane ran out of fuel and went down and after some real trying travel across the sands, I found this oasis at least I found water and with a few small animals coming up for water that I can trap for food, I stand a chance of survivial. Dead reckoning indeed. Now I'm stuck here waiting on help that might never come. At least I hope so before the natives come around. The tales of their treatment of outsiders are quite hair raising. But as it is I have no idea where I'm at other than in the middle of this desert. In hindsight, I should have followed the coast with it's radio beacons instead of cutting across this great desert. Should anyone find this, tell Miss Nellie that I tried.....
Billy Irle