The crack was just a little taller than my head and only about a meter wide. The entire area was so covered with wild weeds and draping vines that it was almost impossible to tell that there was a crack there, much less that it was a passageway to where the indigenous tribe dwelled.
It was as though meeting the tribesman and saving him—albeit unintentionally—was all fate. For if he were not here, we never would have realized that there was a passageway, hidden by Mother Nature herself. Such an obscure, camouflaged entrance would be nearly impossible to find without a guide, unless you had the best—or worst—luck in the world and somehow stumbled upon it. Even then, given the dead-end terrain of this place, the chances of that happening were beyond slim.
"Once we go through here, will we b
