It took me seven years to get out of Nicaragua. They said I was a fool for going and a bigger fool for staying, and its a wonder I survived even the first few days. It started and ended with gunsmoke in my nose. It was a good life, even if there were earthquakes, hungry jaguars, angry Indians, the CIA and revolution. I saw more in seven years than any ten men should be allowed to see.
I saw how mankind lived and played, thought and died a thousand years ago. Saw it with my own eyes, first hand. Lived it, too, in the first year, before I got set up. The odd thing is, I didnt miss...

McBeth Johnson went alone, into unexplored territory, to look for a place called Karawala and do a little fishing. He was told he could find something more precious than gold, and he did. In a little village far from the nearest road, he found himself, and he found humanity. Most of it was beauty and wonder beyond imagination, but he was being followed. The allure became tarnished and lost outright. He was captured, tried and sentenced to death. He escaped in a stolen plane, but not without his treasure.