The Road to El Dora-doh

Follow the pale green fish, I say, and follow her all the way, and you’ll find you can wish away for a brighter, better day.

I don my speedo and snorkel. I strap a knife in a nylon sheath to my ankle. I ease myself into the warm water. The green fish glows, seemingly in delight, and I swim behind it as it leads me out of the bay.

We swim past reefs clouded with gorgeous fish & sea creatures, over plains of sea grass, & finally to a gorge hidden within shadow. The fish's green light illuminates the dark enough for me to see it's brought me to a site of sunken ruins. It is Xenochtibal, the lost Azetec city!

We’d read about in books. Now here it was infront our very eyes. The buildings glimmering gold with mesmerising shades of jade and azure blue. Our eyes lit up as if we’d awaken from slumber and all our dreams were about to come true.

We knew, deep down, it was too good to be true. Something was amiss. We just hadn’t realised what yet. A city of gold had emerged, but not without a price, surely. While we were here, bathing in the light, there were more than enough dangers lurking in the dark.

That danger became obvious the closer we came. The glow, as it turns out, was a mirage that disappeared as we arrived. Gates came down all around us, trapping us forever in a troll den.