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Larras
Mayan Adventure
Larra wiped the sweat from her
face. She had been supervising
the loading of her equipment into several well-worn British Leyland
trucks. Why do I always
seem to arrive in these countries in the rainy season? she
thought.
She knew the reason why, of
course. Somewhere there was a
German expedition bent on getting to the same place that she was
headed. She could not afford
to wait for the dry season. She
had a bit of a head start and she intended to take advantage of
it.
The escape from
There had been a minor fuss when several German
customs officers attempted to stop the three adult women at the Danish border,
but a flurry of kicks and punches from Larra had persuaded them to allow
the three woman and the sleeping child they carried to cross the
border. Danish customs officials
were a little bemused, but a call to the British embassy soon straightened
things out and within three days Larra and her companions were on a steamer
headed for
From
London Larra had telegraphed her contact, Katie Reddel in
Twenty-six-year-old Katie Reddel strode toward
Larra. The eyes of almost every
man on the dockside followed her.
Katie was one of the few women on earth who could rival Larras
statuesque proportions.
Katies golden hair shimmered in the bright sunlight of the tropical
colony. Her thick blonde tresses
hung down to her shoulder blades and bounced enticingly as she
moved. But that was not the only
part of her anatomy that bounced.
Katies five foot eight inch frame was amazingly well
developed. Her astounding breasts
quivered erotically each time the 135-pound woman took a step, and seemed
barely contained by her sturdy cotton
brassiere.
Larra thought back to the beginning of her
friendship with Amy and Katie. She
had met Amy in
Katies personality was quite different
from Amys. Whereas Amy
was rather quiet and shy, Katie was bold and
brash. She had grown up in
Larra smiled as Katie strode up to
her. Are we ready yet?
she smiled.
Damned near, replied
Katie. I dont think
I want to spend any more time hanging around
Amy joined the two
women. We have a little
bit of a hitch. Im having
problems getting permission from the Guatemalan authorities to enter their
country. I suspect that a little
bit of German interference may have been laid in our
way.
I think we have waited long enough,
said Larra. Lets
head for the border and see if a few British pounds can get us past the border
guards.
Thats fine by me, responded
Katie, but I suggest that a few American dollars might work
better.
We have both, interjected
Amy. Im ready to
leave if you are.
Then its settled, Larra
said with finality. We
leave early tomorrow. Lets
make sure we get plenty of rest tonight.
Dont worry, said
Katie. There is nothing
in this town that attracts me enough to keep me away from my
bed.
Same here, echoed
Amy.
Larra smiled at both of
them. She realized that both
women were as keyed up as she was.
After weeks of preparation they just wanted to get the expedition
underway. Tomorrow it is
then, she said.
Ill see you back at the hotel.
The road from
Now that they had finally arrived at the border
the next trick was to get past the Guatemalan border guard, such as it was.
The border crossing consisted of a run-down whitewashed adobe hut with a
thatched roof woven in the traditional Mayan
style.
The expeditions arrival coincided with
a break in the daily downpour.
Larra let herself down from the truck and approached the guard
post. Amy and Katie followed
in her wake. By this time a number
of ragged-uniformed members of the Guatemalan army had made their way to
the front. The eyes of the soldiers
bugged out of their sockets when they sighted the bevy of beautiful
females. Anyone actually passing
by their border post was an unusual event, but a visit from three incredibly
beautiful women left them staring in amazement.
Larra looked for someone in
authority. An immensely fat soldier
in a slightly less dirty uniform emerged from the doorway of the
hut. His fat face sported a huge
poorly trimmed mustache, but he had an air of authority about him that suggested
that he was probably the officer in charge.
Buenos dias, senoras, he
gasped. And then attempting to
give himself some sense of command he added: Welcome to
Buenos dias senor, Larra replied
in perfect Spanish. I am
Scientific expedition? queried
the fat officer. No one
has informed me of your coming. I
will require appropriate documents to let you
pass.
Larra smiled
graciously. I think I can
provide you with the proper
documentation. May we step inside
your headquarters?
Inside the filthy hut it was dark and
grimy. The fat officer sat himself
down in a broken chair in front of a rather battered
table. The three women, and a
few of the border guards anxious for a look, crowded in with
them.
Larra leaned across the table giving the sweating
officer a good look at her cleavage.
The officer made no attempt to disguise the direction of his
gaze. The papers I am about
to produce are from the highest authorities in
The swarthy officer hesitated for a few seconds
and then rose to his feet.
Everyone out! he
shouted. Out!
Out!
Within a minute the hut was empty except for
the officer and the three women.
Larra took out a sheaf of papers from a large leather wallet she had
brought with her and placed them in front of the attentive
official. Amy and Katie crowded
toward the table screening the papers from the eyes of the soldiers who were
watching from outside. With hands
that were far from clean the officer picked up the papers and began to sort
through them.
Dios! he
exclaimed. His hands were sorting
through large denomination American bank
notes. He had never held so much
money before in his life.
I trust the papers I have provided come
from a high enough authority, Larra
stated.
Si,
si, the officer stammered, hastily stuffing
the bills into his shirt. He
tried to peek past the three women to see if any of his men had seen what
had transpired.
Rising to his feet he escorted the three women
outside. Senoras you may
proceed. Is there anything else
I can do to help you?
Larra smiled most engagingly once
more. No thank you Senor,
you have done enough. Please
be kind enough to direct us to a village where we can purchase some
mules.
Ah senora! the greasy man
exclaimed. It happens that
I have a brother who deals in mules in the next
village. I will write you an
introduction.
Thank you,
senor. We would find that most
obliging, she replied.
I
think you paid a bit much for those mules, scolded
Katie. You should have
let me bargain with him. Im
sure I could have gotten them for half the price.
I wasnt looking for a bargain,
replied Larra. I hope that by
paying more I might be able to buy a little
security. There is no telling
who might be coming along after us and I would rather have the friendship
of these people than their enmity.
I still think you got taken, but it
is your money, the blonde
responded. What I am concerned
about is that we might be remembered a little too well by anyone who comes
making inquiries.
That could be, said
Larra. It is difficult
to know what to do.
The battered trucks were slowly grinding their
way up an increasingly steep grade.
It was evident that they could not go much farther by
truck. The mules would soon be
in service.
The expedition had now traveled over 100 miles
from the Guatemala-British Honduras
border. It had rained nearly
every day and the rain had increased in intensity the closer the weary travelers
got to the Sierra de Las Minas.
According to my calculations,
said Larra, we should be within a few days march of our
objective. Of course, it could
be weeks if the terrain is difficult and the trails are
poor. We will just have to wait
and see.
Himmler had been both right and wrong when
he had let Larra look at his documentation back at his headquarters in
Although she had not had time to study the
pertinent detail Larra had learned of a Mayan city that the German archeologists
who had written up the documents for Himmler referred to as
Wacah Chan or the city of the
elevated
sky. Supposedly this
city lay in a mysterious valley somewhere in the rugged Sierra de Las
Minas. She had read enough to
determine that the city was thought to lie somewhere to the south of a tiny
Mayan village called
The driver of the lead truck, in which Larra
was riding, brought it to a grinding
halt. Ahead of them the dirt
track, along which they had been driving, disappeared
completely. They were faced by
a tangled wall of vegetation.
It looks like the easy part of the trip is over, said
Larra, dismounting from the vehicle.
Amy and Katie soon joined
her. Were not going
any farther by truck, said Larra.
We will have to unload here and transfer the supplies to the
mules. I guess we will camp here
tonight. Meanwhile, I am going
to investigate a little. I want
to determine if we are on the right track.
Larra walked up to the green wall of the
rainforest. She was met by a
dense tangle of vegetation. Was
there an easy way through or would they have to cut their way through the
jungle?
Looks like a complete dead end,
said Katie, joining her.
Im not so sure, replied
Larra. She knelt on the ground
and began to scrape away the dirt.
Look here! she exclaimed.
What have you
found? Katie ran over to
where Larra was carrying out her digging.
Get me a shovel, commanded Larra
and she began to pull out some of the small plants with her
hands.
Katie returned in about five
minutes. With her were Amy and
three of the Indians they had hired to help
them. Clear away this
vegetation, Larra ordered.
Within a few minutes an area of jungle about
twelve feet across and three feet deep had been cut
back.
Just as I had hoped! thrilled
Larra; Its a Mayan causeway.
One of the network of roads the Mayans built to join link their cities
together. During the height of
the Mayan civilization it formed one of the most complete road systems in
human history. It means that
we may be on the right track.
Larra burrowed a few feet into the rainforest,
slashing away with a machete at the
vegetation. Katie and several
of the Indians moved to help her.
Clang!! Larras machete struck
stone. She continued to attack
the area where she had made contact with the
stone. In a few minutes a tall
stone stele stood revealed. It
was covered in Maya glyphs.
Larra stood back triumphant, her curvaceous
body drenched in sweat. Slowly
she approached the stone column and ran her hands over the
glyphs.
Can you read them? inquired
Amy.
No one can read all of them, but I can
probably make a rough determination of what they say, Larra
replied. Im hoping
that this is a guide post. Sort
of like a Mayan road sign. If
it is then we are going in the right direction.
Larra went back to the truck she had been
riding in and came back with a leather-bound
case. She unzipped the case and
removed a small book. Kate and
Amy looked over her shoulders.
This may take a little time, mused Larra, as she leafed
through the book.
Amy and Katie saw that it was an archeological
text defining the meaning of some of the Mayan
glyphs. Larra took out a pencil
and began to sketch the glyphs on the
stele. She turned to the
two women. You two supervise
the unloading of the gear and the setting up of the
camp. I will work on
this.
Right boss, said
Katie.
Amy said nothing, but set off in the direction
of the trucks.
By suppertime Larra had worked out most of
the glyphs. It is as I hoped, she reported between mouthfuls
of canned stew. The stele is
a sort of signpost. There may
be more of them as we proceed along the
causeway. From the looks of the
amount of vegetation that has overgrown the causeway, it will be pretty slow
going. I only hope that we can
move fast enough to keep ahead of Himmlers
boys.
And if we cant? asked
Katie.
Then we will have to deal with them,
Larra said grimly, but Im not looking forward to encountering
any Nazis here. They are not
likely to be friendly.
Amy
nodded. She thought of their
rough reception in
Larra finished her
stew. Im turning
in early. I think we made need
all the rest we can get. Good
night ladies.
Katie and Amy
grinned. Night, boss,
they chimed. They followed Larra
from the mess tent. They would
all need their rest. Tomorrow
promised to be a tough day.
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