Conquistadors: The Stories: Dr. John Collee
So many brilliant memories of Ecuador. A landmark of South American exploration marred only by the tyrannical David Wallace not letting anyone wash or change clothes so we would look like "proper explorers".
Ah yes, the pool hall where we played for three hours without potting a single ball. The wonderfully authentic jeep which ran for a couple of miles before expiring on some windswept plateau. The sound of tree frogs, the smell of packhorses (or was that us?), the leaking tents, the constant bum jokes, the lapping of waves over our strange semi-submersible raft. It was weird, it was wonderful, it was a fabulous escapade and I will remember it forever.
Or at least until I get rid of this nasty rash.