384 | John W. Warner IV passed through a waterfall. Alice said: Good power on the dial, seventy percent. Leveling out. Altimeters working again, 3560 meters. Suddenly strong light bathed the cockpit as if someone had opened a curtain. Bea reduced throtde. All ahead slow, 45 kph. Geer and Schafer went to the wet forward windows. Its the sunwe made it to the surface. By Freya, Bea, you did it! yelled Geer. Schafer pounded the Perspex. Unbelievable! It feels so warm…and pale blue skies. But how did we…? The Bear passed through a white cloud with a slight buffeting. Alice joined them. Look down there, no, that way, I seefields, rows of trees.. .and over there, buildings, houses. It looks like East Anglia. She squeezed Klemperers hand. I see a lake, and what looks like orange tree rows. Maybe California? Oh, its so beautiful! Klemperer banged on the window. Descend a little, Bea. Lets take a closer look. Gwafa looked to their rear using the retractable outside mirror. A mountain waterfall of immense size with green all around it. Bea was right. But we have only thus far descended…not much makes sense to me. Porsche and Gerlach stood amazed. Those rectangular fields…they go on forever to the horizon, said Porsche. Perhaps we are in South America. Gerlach tapped the window. Is that a mountain range in the distance? No, it must be Mongolia or China. Ive seen photos. Angels two. Bea leveled out at 2000 meters. Schafer grabbed the binoculars. Citrus trees of some kind, and over there, rows of corn or barley, we must obtain some seeds, Edmund. Ive never seen such perfect grids and fields in my life. He focused for distance. That huge mountain in the haze, it must be 4000 meters high or more. Bea, head to port ten degrees. Geer looked through them next. No Ernst, we must be somewhere in Indochina. I see canals feeding the agriculture. Many grids and canals.. .like Hanoi or Luang. It reminds me of East Africa, the cassava fields, but these are so straight and perfect, mused Gwafa. The small hills over there, the Ethiopian lowlands perhaps? .Afrika? Gott, Bea, we should land for some food, exclaimed Klemperer. Fresh game, sorghum, bread, millet and melons… Bea set the autopilot. The Tellus and the astrolabe were silent. She moved next