Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2009 10:10:42 +0200
All he brought back was a small piece of the honeycomb about as large
as a florin. What little honey there was inside was quite putrid, but we
divided it into three equal parts and devoured it ravenously, bees and
all. A moment later all three of us were seized with vomiting, so that
the meagre meal was worse than nothing to us. We were then in a region
of innumerable liane, which hung from the trees and caught our feet and
heads, and wound themselves round us when we tried to shift them from
their position. Nearly all the trees in that part had long and powerful
spikes. Then near water there were huge palms close together, the
sharp-edged leaves of which cut our hands, faces and legs as we pushed
our way through. A violent storm broke out in the afternoon. The rain
was torrential, making our march extremely difficult. It was just like
marching under a heavy shower-bath. The rain lasted for some three
hours. We crossed one large stream flowing west into the Secundury, and
also two other good-sized streamlets. We had a miserable night, drenched
as we were and unable to light a fire, the box of matches having got wet
and the entire forest being soaked by the torrential stor
