The rain spattered off the windscreen of the minibus whisking us from Flores, where we were staying, to Tikal, the great lost city of the Mayans (how come all these great civilisations managed to keep losing these huge cities anyway?). I (Gerry) was by myself, as Denise doesn't best like ruins and she and I would visit them together the next day anyway. To be fair we have seen more ruins over the last 10 months than most archaeologists see in a lifetime. I, however, never fail to get excited by a pile of old stones in some quiet bit of jungle! The thunderstorm had cleared the area of tourists and left an eerie mist amidst the dripping trees and the grey rain-soaked ancient stones. After a short walk I found myself completely alone in thick
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