The working days became exhausting.
Our efforts always seemed insufficient without a moment’s respite. What’s more, the incessant rain complicated matters and pushed us to our limits.
The sound of machetes cutting through the undergrowth didn’t stop for a single moment. The tribespeople sang folk songs to cope with the long working hours while the birds took off in search of new habitats. After a few days we were finally able to fall asleep without hearing their infernal racket.
Néstor and James took turns in supervising the work and the professor and I wrote down entries, making various logs and accounts of our progress, as well as transcribing any symbols found. However, the most frustrating thing was that despite the help provided by the document stolen from the French, most of the s
