I’m flat on my belly, atop a perpendicular cliff, 280 feet above a gaping void, in the wilds of north-eastern Brazil, inching forward like a demented caterpillar, ever closer to my personal Armageddon, my every limb tingling with vertigo, just to catch a glimpse, far below, of the crashing finale of a dramatic waterfall, otherwise hidden from view in any sane human posture.
Oh the indignity of it all! And just as I’ve careened into my ninth decade.
First a few words on how I’ve got myself into this ridiculously prone state. Forty years ago, when I lived in read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com