Gduludu Island, unknown civilization, travel journal, explorer, Ptuludu volcano, Rduludu statue, local culture, traditional clothing, exotic cuisine, blue fire, docile elephant, traditional wedding
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A traveler's logbook detailing the discovery of the unknown island of Gduludu, its unique culture, and extraordinary experiences with its inhabitants.
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[...] This tree was the source of all the Gduludis' food. At nightfall, the whole village gathered to dine around a blue fire. It was a magnificent fire, the most beautiful I had ever seen. There, everyone told fantastic stories about the rest of the world. They were very afraid to venture out as I did. I then told them about my life before my arrival on this island, and this time, they were the ones who were all fascinated. Day The meal from the previous night was famous. [...]
[...] The houses were made of obsidian bricks, a beautiful dark purple material obtained apparently through the fusion of water and lava from the Ptuludu volcano that adorned the country. I then arrived in front of the statue of Rduludu, the founder of the island 1400 years ago. I was fascinated. Day It was the third day of my trip. I spent the day with Lduludu, a local inhabitant. He started the day with a spruce juice. I drank a little. The taste was bitter but also sweet. I liked it. For lunch, he ate fruits and vegetables picked from a large tree. [...]
[...] The wood of the mast, on the other hand, allowed the sun's rays to pass through, giving a perfect tan to the small fish stuck in the wood. Hunger was pushing me to eat them raw, I had no choice. The next day, the moment arrived when the ship touched the shore of my destination: the island of Gduludu. Day Everything was just as it had been described in the books I read as a child. As soon as I arrived, a delegation of Gduludis, as the inhabitants of this country were called, welcomed me with shots in the air from pistols spitting out burning fire. [...]
[...] Then, they added pine juice and obsidian powder. The ice cream was therefore purple. It was good, but I preferred the ice creams from my country. When the sun began to set, I boarded a new boat offered by the islanders. On this occasion, it was the first boat that the islanders had built in decades. The first one who had done it had ended up being struck by lightning from the sky, so everyone had a kind of superstition about rebuilding one. [...]
[...] And then, I had a family waiting for me back home. Before leaving, I savored a last exquisite meal. The appetizer was strange. There was a kind of green cheese, with holes, but it tasted like peanuts. The cheese was accompanied by a kind of frozen coffee that gave me a lot of energy for the return journey that was coming. Then, I ate a kind of beef whose fat was falling like sweat on the blue fire, for very long hours. [...]
