He smiles briefly at the joke, looking down as they walk. "I've taken care of Henrich all my life, I was used to it. The Americans and I invited a Greek tourist as well, even though we couldn't understand him and he couldn't understand us. We traveled to this site that my brother had drawn on a map and when we got there, several men came out of the jungle. They tried to make us leave. One of the Americans, Amy, she stepped back toward this hill and stepped into a tangle of vines..."

For a second, he pauses, trying to find his place in the story. It's almost as if he's getting ahead of himself, but he can't think of where else to go. "They chased us up the hill with weapons. It was the vine, you see. They didn't want it spreading and once we'd touched it, we couldn't be let go."