Heard from a friend today, who, after having been inspired by the latest Indiana Jones to dream of escapades through jungles and ruins, said he thought first of me as a companion in such an adventure! Now, it's always nice to be thought of by friends. Yeah, muse on that. And then think of me. But in such a context as an action archaeologist? Holy flip flop, but what a compliment! Coincidentally, and for once this isn't too great a topical shift, for me at least, I just read an article in the Parisian Metro newspaper, I know, gotta have something to do on the underground, that detailed the existence of native tribes in the jungles of South America who haven't yet had contact with modern civilization! Note the rising pitch in my delivery of that sentence, designed to express an element of shock and wonder. And the accompanying picture, in the paper, shows them, the natives that is, painted red and black and brandishing spears up at the helicopter, in what I assume they hope to be a menacing fashion. How's all this for a lark? Close your eyes, blink twice, and I'll be hacking my way through the jungles of Peru.
I've got my face paint all ready.
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