Day 1


     Embarked on my journey this morning. They all laughed at me when I spoke of a lost civilization. But after cashing in my 401k and taking out a second mortgage on my house, I managed to scrape together enough money to fund this expedition. So now I set out with my jeep full of supplies. The prospect of this adventure makes me giddy.



Day 5


     I have arrived at the site, and my heart sank a bit. The entire site is covered in rubble and garbage. It will take me days to clean this up so I can start the actual digging.


Day 17


After renting a dumpster and hauling several bags of trash away, I am finally able to begin my excavation. The main feature of this place seems to be a raised platform, possibly a place where many interesting rituals took place. It is strewn with many strange implements. Some appear to have been for acts of sacrifice, but others seems to have been used for scholarly pursuits. I will tag these and set them aside for now.


Day 21


     My jeep was chased by pygmies today. I believe that this dig site is located near their hunting grounds. My work may have scared off the usual game animals. I can understand why they would upset with me.

     However, during my flight, I managed to study a few of them via my rear view mirror. They were small, as pygmies tend to be, and dressed in minimalist fashion. What struck me as odd  was their war paint. A soft golden color which I’m sure cannot be created by natural means, and red and purple. It appeared to be slapped on haphazardly, falling from their faces and hands in gooey clumps.  Their war cry, “Ens dee nah” was especially chilling, and will likely haunt my dreams tonight.


Day 25


     It seems the tribe is a nomadic one, but strangely, they are only gone for hours at a time. No matter. This affords me uninterrupted time to continue my explorations. I have discovered that this dais is part of a larger chamber. Surrounding it are several small closets devoted to preserved foods. But their system is haphazard. Some foods are stored in bags, and others in jars, and still more in small boxes. An inefficient way to store anything if you ask me.


Day 30


     Success! Now that the entire chamber has been uncovered and cleaned up, I recognize it as a room people used to call a “kitchen”. Food was prepared and consumed in rooms like this, before the advent of the telephone and pizza delivery service. Sometimes works of art were created herein, too. Their remnants have been affixed to the cold food closet, or “refrigerator” as it is colloquially known. I snapped as many pictures of this place as my camera could hold, and shall soon publish my findings online. Others must know that such a place exists. It is my solem duty to show it to them.

     But for now, I must pack my equipment and go, because I hear that ruthless chant coming closer again. “Ens dee nah”. I must fly!