Still in the past...
As an archeologist, I kept a journal. Well, I had two. a personal one and a work one. The personal one had a leather cover, not exactly a paperback but not a hardcover either. The work one was a proper hardcover, was blue, and had a red bookmark with it.
In the work journal, I wrote all the little clues and findings that had been investigated by the team during the period of the excavation to see just a single similarity or clue, but to my luck, there was nothing
In the personal journal, I wrote my real concerns. It read and I quote, "Dear diary, This is your owner writing. Today is the first day of the second month that we are here at, what is now freezing in Kashmir. The rivers are partially dried up, which is one good thing because it is easy to find clues that are on the river bed. The bad news is we are not finding any."
After a year on the project, we started finding directional clues. In simple words, it was pointing in one particular direction.
One day we got all the crew members and all the evidence together. I showed them all that we found and before explaining anything asked them what they had thought of everything ahead of them. We all came to a common conclusion, the foot of the river, follows where the river supposedly start. We packed everything that was needed to trail the river and planned to head out first thing the next morning.
The next morning, we took a couple of 4x4 off-road Jeeps and started heading out. it wasn't the best conditions. The tide was a little high, the river bed had very loose sediments that were not tightly packed in, causing the car to slide quite a bit. I can safely say I am an excellent driver, but that is a very common male ego.
Two days of following a river, we ended up at the Indian border, of which the other side was Tibet. So we reported the situation to the Government of India's Archeology department, and they booked us a hotel about one hundred kilometers close to the border to spend a couple of nights as we had to get our visa and special permission for the use of drones and other landscaping equipment.
About a week later we got our visas and we were off to the Tibetan plateau and within a few hours, we were at the Yarlung Tsangpo, the world's highest river in the world. We stopped there not because it was the foot of the river, but because our radars detected something big in the middle of the forest ahead of us. The place we had halted was in front of a V-shaped river, we were at the curve. In front of us was the forest that led to an inclined plane, that is where the radar picked up an anomaly. Either side of the forest was the river.
We continued towards the forest, crossed the river, and found a huge Aztec temple in the middle of the forest. We did a couple of more scans and we finally found what we were here for after almost 2 years.
A year at the site we finished our paper and published it. That was when I met the person who would fund my current project, Aquaria Andkos. She was the one who convinced, funded, and dragged me to Egypt.