The heat was like a furnace. Sweat evaporated instantly. Our clothes burned on our skin. We sought shelter under the tarpaulin spread over the lorry, and relief in the breeze as we shot across the Savannah. We had not encountered any people for days. We were short of food and water and had no idea exactly where we were on our journey across central Africa. So I do not know how we came to stumble across the valley of Eden.
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