I’m reading Nicole Maxwell’s book Witch Doctor’s Apprentice — from 1962. One tough white girl! So far my favorit part is where she took a fall in waist-high mud and to save her camera wrenched her shoulder. Out of defensive pride she immediately got up and kept going, despite excruciating pain. A squeeky sound she couldn’t identify kept bothering her. It wasn’t until she realized she wasn’t walking anymore, but had collapsed on the ground and was being helped up that she realized it was her own outbreath. Her native guide helped her. This is a woman who spent her life working on the identification of healing herbs. While the pharmaceutical industry jerked her around and gave her no support, the world was waitingl. So she lived out her life recognized for the great pathfinder she was.