Someone may not have made it. Why else abandon your thongs in the jungle?
The impenetrable thicket of bamboo.
The exhaustion.
Did I already use the word impenetrable? Darn. What other word is there? I need a Roget.
Even the signage is impenetrable.
"Nature"makes an appearance.
Ah, but Indy. Look what you find after your trek. That lost civilization awaits.
And apparently they actually expect tired, worn-out, crippled folk in this lost civilization.
A lost civilization would have temples in caves though.
360 meters in.
A reclining Buddha.
Our intrepid journalist/adventurer. Sweaty, hurting hips, but still smiling
Prehistoric creatures.
And more mysterious temples.
And ancient crones selling potions minus the crone.
And mysterious food at the end: cold noodles with dried shrimp, chopped pineapple, hot chilis in fish sauce, sugar, sliced raw garlic and slivered ginger, served with "Special Broth" which turned out to be warm coconut milk.
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