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LOST WORLDS by David Yeadon


Exploring the Earth's Remote Places

by David Yeadon

Pub Date: June 1st, 1993
ISBN: 0-06-016656-8
Publisher: HarperCollins

More rollicking end-of-the-road adventures from Yeadon. Yeadon (The Back of Beyond, 1991, etc.), who calls himself ``your average happy traveler,'' now explores nine ``lost worlds,'' blurry regions on the map, where nature still reigns and man is at best a tolerated interloper. First up—and most entrancing—is the Mountains of the Moon, a remote chain of peaks rising from the rain forests of Zaire. Invariably, getting there is half the fun, as Yeadon cruises on an African barge—a floating city, really, with its own government, economy, and teeming masses—smokes pot with Pygmies in the primeval jungle, and feasts on roasted caterpillar. Then on to Venezuela, where he fishes for piranha with llano cowboys, symbol of Latin machismo. In the Venezuelan highlands, he discovers a Catholic hermit and his little hand-built church, the pure white architecture of which brings Yeadon a dash of spiritual awakening. On to Barbuda, an untouristed sliver of land in the Caribbean; to Panama, where he wanders the jungly Darien Gap with Cuna Indians; to the fjords of Chile, which he sails in an orgy of funny self-remonstration (``sailing is for suicidal nuts''); then halfway around the world to Australia's Bungle Bungle, filled with giant termite mounds and otherworldly rock formations, where the author has a brush with death as he nearly drowns in the coral reefs; Tasmania, where he fights leeches in the rain forest; and, finally, the blissful beaches of Fiji, where he dreams of settling down at last. Filled with Yeadon's trademark good humor, contagious love of wandering, and—a new and sometimes awkward element—heavy doses of ecomysticism, sincere but ripe with clichÇ. Our advice: Stick to the sights—they're mind-boggling enough. (Line drawings, maps)