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We had been driving for six hours when the storm began. My father had been checking the weather all day, but nobody had expected such heavy rain on the mountain road to Ha Giang. By the time we reached a small village, we were exhausted and the car's engine had started to make a strange noise. All of a sudden, the engine stopped completely, and we were stranded in the dark. My brother and I had been complaining about the long journey all afternoon, but now we were too frightened to say a word. To my surprise, an old man appeared with a torch and invited us into his house, where his wife had been cooking corn soup for the family. We spent the night by their fire, soaked but safe, and the next morning his son repaired our car. Eventually we continued our trip, but I have never forgotten their kindness. I am still grateful to that family, and the night we had dreaded became my favourite memory of the whole journey.