It was a single line on the bottom of a page in the only English book in the common room of the Spanish-speaking hostel I was visiting. I would have overlooked it, had my thumb not caught on the page as I flicked through.
A town name and this quote: “Ruins atop a waterfall.”
A bygone traveller had pencilled a faint tick beside the sentence as affirmation—the trace of a past adventure. I was intrigued.
I flipped to the next page, hoping for more. Nothing.
I whipped out my phone and Googled the town name. Nothing.
I Googled the entire sentence. Nothing.
Did this place even exist? I double checked the spelling. No error. What was going on?
When my travel buddy also found no Google results, my adventure senses began tingling. A myth? A lost kingdom? Or maybe a yarn for gullible travellers. I asked the hostel receptionist.
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