I’m in the middle of the Amazon forest, engaged in a quest to find an ancient temple which,according to my studies,should be in the middle of the jungle. The journey so far has gone well, without major problems due to inhospitable fauna or animals, when we reach the mouth of a river.
I look at my map and I turn to the guide indicating the direction in which I want to go,but the man looks at me with wide eyes, shaking his head.
I ask, “What, you can’t go there? “
He looks at me horrified and says, “No sir .. please do not go there … there lives the hunting tribe Va’shun .. in your language means squeezer of balls …the legends say they torture their prisoners to have all the information and then hold them in cages,so that they can torture their balls forever .. I am going back,and I think it’s better you follow me… “
