Through the rotting jungle, we happened upon

Through the rotting jungle, we happened upon an old French plantation. They invited us in and offered the last of the vintage wine. "We have been here for years," the owner said.

They told their story, quite interesting. They said they had came to be explorers like us, but when they meet the natives their purpose for visiting was forgot.

We resolved, then and there, to meet the indigenous people ourselves. We asked the ex-explorers where the natives could be found, but they said they couldn't remember, so we used a

native positioning service (NPS) that located displaced indigenous peoples, accurate within 100 yards. Unfortunately Thomas followed it too closely and we careened off a

bluff and the cliff dwelling sailed by the window as we fell. "Damn it you didn't say we going to a cliff dwelling." "We're not we're going to the escarpment at it base" Thomas

shots, acting like he was the boss, even though that job clearly belonged to the... the... uh... he couldn't remember who was in charge of the Tank Engine. This wasn't a good sign;

for the Tank was getting closer. What do you do at a time like this? Man, how should I know? Anyways, it was getting too close for comfort. I jumped into a pit and landed on some

'Dead' soldiers with their brains blown out. The tank rumbled overhead & stopped directly over the pit. I was trapped! One of the soldier moaned. Freaked out, I banged on the hull

and said "S'alright out there?" "S'alright," came the reply. "Well I can't drive this tank very fast with all these Chinese trying to stand in front of it. Some parade!" I said.