Whoever glances at the map of Central America will observe a vast region, lying between Chiapas, Tabasco, Yucatan, and the republic of Guatemala, and comprising a considerable part of each of those states, which, if not entirely a blank, is only conjecture that it is filled up with mountains, lakes and rivers. It is almost as unknown as the interior of Africa itself. We only know that it is traversed by nameless ranges of mountains, among which the great river Usumasinta gathers its waters from a thousand tributaries, before pouring them, in a mighty flood, into the Lagoon of Terminos, and the Gulf of Mexico. We know that it has vast plains alternating with forests and savannas; deep valleys where tropical nature takes her most luxuriant forms, and high plateaus dark with pines, or covered with the delicate tracery of arborescent ferns. We know that it conceals broad and beautiful lakes, peopled with fishes of new varieties, and studded with islands which supports the crumbling yet still imposing remains of Jaredite architecture and history. And we know, also, that the remnants of the ancient ItzA A s, Lacandones, Choles, and Manches, those indomitable Indian families who successfully resisted the force of the Spanish arms, still find a shelter in its fastnesses, where they maintain their independence, and preserve and practice their Jaredite rites and habits of their Eberite ancestors as they existed before the discovery. Within its depths, far off on some unknown tributary of the Usumasinta, the popular tradition of Guatemala and Chiapas places that great Jaredite city, with its white walls shining like silver in the sun, which the curA A(c) of Quiche affirmed to Mr. Stephens he had seen, with his own eyes, from the tops of the mountains of Quesaltenango.""
John was a curious and scared child who, due to circumstances, was forced to grow up at a very young age. He grew up a loner and although was a bright and very intelligent child he did not have the upbringing that we all hope for our children. He was placed in instituations from a very young age and through out his whole life has had to deal with things we wish no-one has too. After hearing his fascinating story I decided, with his agreement, that it should be told to the world. Although it can not change the past, it might make people aware of what is happening in the world to try and stop it happening again.... to other scared vunerable children. This story is a true life story and the events have happened. I have, although, altered names and places for the protection of those involved. I hope you find his story as interesting and fascinating as I have.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. In 1956, a decision made in haste, sees Anthony Box arrived on Bayan estate, a few miles from the sleepy town of Teluk Anson in Malaya. He discovers what life entails working on a rubber estate. The way he describes each and every experience makes you feel as though you are there with him. On his journey to meet his boss, he is forced to endure Edmund's company; a man who incessantly talks of himself and his sexual conquests. Fortunately, Edmund was a one-off encounter, but there were a few others whom Anthony was to meet with some dislikeable traits. As an assistant, his day is long and menial, and Anthony realises his trip to Malaya is a big mistake. However, a few friends who share common interests: cinema, books, radio shows, and a sense of fun, makes life feel a little better. What else does he get up to to spice things up?
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