We had to rearrange our seating arrangement with two less ATV’s so I sat with the other guide, the one that was still there. My mom sat with my dad who was driving. My mom was too frightened to drive anymore. The other man came back and sat with my little sister. The man who I was sitting with was quite friendly. He let me use the brakes and even steer a little. It was a bit dangerous because we were driving along a ridge on a mountain and the slightest twitch of the handlebars would turn you quite a lot, which would either smash you into a rock wall or send you flying off a cliff. We stopped a few times for taking photos of the landscape. Driving back down the mountain was fun because we zoomed down really fast. When we got back to the garage we saw the mechanic guy trying to get water out of a little tube which was some sort of part that's supposed to go in the middle of an engine. He said that it was okay and we didn't have to pay or anything like that when my dad asked about the broken ATV. When we drove back to the hotel my mom and dad sat in the back of the pickup truck because we were wet and didn't want to get the guy's pickup truck to get wet and we could also dry off faster. Later my mom and dad got into the front of the pickup truck and my little sister came to the back because she thought it was fun sitting in the back. A few hours later, at the hotel I asked my dad if the camera was fine. Obviously he said no. It fell into a stream, how could it be fine? But then he said that the memory card might be fine. He let me take the memory card out. The camera was broken for sure though so we couldn't use it for the rest of the trip. The day after we arrived in Singapore I saw my mom and dad deleting pictures just like after any trip we'd gone on. So we still had all the pictures (Apart from the pictures that my mom deletes after every trip, which is about half of all the pictures we take) which meant the memory card was fine, even though we had to buy a new camera (which I later found was quite annoying).