I have been out-Munchausened by the BBC News:
Colonel Blashford-Snell first encountered a Double-Nosed Andean tiger hound called Bella in 2005 when he was carrying out reconnaissance for this year's expedition in the area near Ojaki.
He said: "While we were there, sitting by the fire one night, I saw an extraordinary-looking dog that appeared to have two noses.
"I was sober at the time, and then I remembered the story that the legendary explorer Colonel Percy Fawcett came back with in 1913 of seeing such strange dogs in the Amazon jungle."
Real life. Wins every time . . .
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schreibergasse and setsuled, however, I must reply in all honesty that if I had possessed one quarter of the forethought attributed to me in the popular versions of these tales, I should never have attempted my audience with the lovely, if deluded, Alexia of Trebizond—for how else was I to know that south of the Black Sea, the particular cheese I sought, elsewhere mentioned only in reverent artisanal whispers, was considered such poor and common fare that far from being served alongside the fine wines of the royal cellar, the knowledge of its making was current only among peasants and brigands?)
Colonel Blashford-Snell first encountered a Double-Nosed Andean tiger hound called Bella in 2005 when he was carrying out reconnaissance for this year's expedition in the area near Ojaki.
He said: "While we were there, sitting by the fire one night, I saw an extraordinary-looking dog that appeared to have two noses.
"I was sober at the time, and then I remembered the story that the legendary explorer Colonel Percy Fawcett came back with in 1913 of seeing such strange dogs in the Amazon jungle."
Real life. Wins every time . . .
(To the questions of
schreibergasse and setsuled, however, I must reply in all honesty that if I had possessed one quarter of the forethought attributed to me in the popular versions of these tales, I should never have attempted my audience with the lovely, if deluded, Alexia of Trebizond—for how else was I to know that south of the Black Sea, the particular cheese I sought, elsewhere mentioned only in reverent artisanal whispers, was considered such poor and common fare that far from being served alongside the fine wines of the royal cellar, the knowledge of its making was current only among peasants and brigands?)
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