He couldn’t stop laughing, when he heard I was planning to plunge into the forbidden forests of the Amazon, my friend Andrew rocked with laughter. “I’ll give you three precious tips,” he smirked. “Never put out a fire with your face. Never sit down with a bucket of ants. And finally, don’t ever go skinny dipping in a pool full of piranhas!” Then he just rolled over and roared hysterically.
I was glad he was not coming with me. I was dead serious to fulfill a boyhood dream. At the age of ten, I had been captivated by the story of Percy Fawcett, the British explorer. Fawcett had gone deep into the trackless Amazon jungles and come upon the ruins of a dead stone city. Its massive walls and deserted houses were choked with trailing vines.
Trees grew out of the windows. Except for the chatter of monkeys and choruses of birds, all was ghostly silent. Its guardians were savages who wielded blowpipes with poison darts. On a return voyage, Fawcett vanished. Continue reading Migrations & Civilisations emanated as concentric circles from the Middle East