Mission: Survival: Gold of the Gods
Bear Grylls
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 1862304793
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Lost in the jungle! Bruno is on a trip to Colombia in his school holidays. His anthropologist uncle has taken him along on a visit to Don Rafael de Castillo, a descendent of a great explorer who is claimed to have discovered a lost City of Gold. But the secret of the city died with the explorer — until now. . . . A fast-paced, new adventure full of real survival details and tips.
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Together and held them out at waist height in a stirrup. Beck put his foot into it and found that he could now reach the first of the tree’s branches. After that it wasn’t hard just to keep going up. His arm ached but he seemed to be managing. Beck made his way up through the layers of jungle. For the first six or seven metres it was all bushes and saplings – young trees. Above them was the fruit layer. Hiding away in the confusion of leaves he saw clusters of green bananas, twenty or thirty to.
Christmas,’ Peter said ironically. He took a look around at the branches and vines that hemmed them in. ‘Got it.’ ‘Think twice before you do anything or touch anything,’ Beck added. ‘One bite from the wrong creature can kill you. Even one sting can disable you, and that’ll kill you in the long run.’ He stomped on the ground for emphasis. ‘Don’t sneak about. Walk with a good heavy footfall.’ ‘Because of snakes?’ Peter guessed. ‘Because of snakes,’ Beck confirmed. ‘Wow, it’s like being in the.
Each one a shake and looked carefully inside before putting it on. When he shook the second one, a scorpion as long as his middle finger fell out. Beck watched it scuttle away as he laced up his shoes. He smiled, grateful for the advice his father had given him about always checking inside your shoes first thing in the morning. He bent over to touch his toes, then stood up straight and rotated his arms like a windmill for a few seconds. A stab of pain reminded him of his cut: he needed to change.
Into trouble once before. Then the boys froze. The nearest man had cut his saw’s engine and laid it down on the ground. He took off his helmet and wiped his brow, then leaned back against a tree trunk and swigged from a can of beer. He was only about five metres away from them. Eventually the man finished his drink. He picked up his saw and went back to attacking the tree. Beck put his mouth close to Peter’s ear. ‘People’s minds are programmed to notice human faces,’ he murmured. ‘They’re all.
Water bottles, a knife and food. This time . . . ‘There’s nothing here!’ Beck exclaimed in disbelief. ‘Not even a first aid kit! Who goes driving in the jungle without a first aid kit?’ Beck was frantically looking under the seats, then in the side door pockets. He soon found an oil-stained roll of canvas wrapped around the jeep’s wheel-changing tools. They came tumbling out onto the ground. He couldn’t see a use for most of the items, but at least there was a crowbar. One end had the solid.