In the 90's, my father had a Ford Pampa. We lived in Rondônia, close the extreme west of the Amazon rainforest. One day, while raining and riding through difficult terrain, the car stopped just by the top of a slope. My father quickly diagnosed the fuel hose had ruptured. By luck and opportunity, he was a physicist, the trunk was full of material from experiments and research he was running at the time. He got a hose from one of his experiments on the trunk, connected it directly to the engine fuel inlet, the other point of the hose came directly to the cabin inside a bottle we filled with alcohol from the fuel tank.

That was it, the bottle was now our fuel tank. Dangerous, but worked perfectly. We had to stop at every gas station we found and refill without stopping the engine to prevent air entering the hose.

It was a fun day.