Bamboo

The man who never belongs anywhere, who's backyard is the world, who's waves of waves, who's wings of escapes, who goes to one action, but never find it. The man, John Steele, adventurer. There's a legend in the Far East.

When you travel, you only see the beginning. The old traveler ever sees the end. That's pretty true, I think, no matter where you go. But you're looking out of a car, a plane, a plane.

Lighting an octopus, a rainforest of Aracani, to sit and go on the west of Man's Lake. The endless rain forest to bamboo. Bamboo, never yielding, always bending, like the man that rose near. B Number 10 on the coast of Ila Khan.

For a song, Burma and India come together to meet the Bay of Bengal. Village number 10, it had no other name. 10, village number 10, right? I'm in the right place? Mm, yeah, you look up, police, you look policeman?

Yeah. Okay, then give me some service. You're half-trapper? 10 minutes I've been trying to tell you that. What proper are you speaking, English? My credentials are all on that paper. My passport, my visa, you've been holding him 10 minutes.

Take it, don't you leave it? What if your troubles are he busy? Bring them here, all of them here. The papers, these invoices. Ah, you see. These voices are what? A shipment of bamboo. A bamboo?

Bamboo that was supposed to be shipped from here. Ah, from here to my client in the United States. Eh, they continue about the United States? Huh? Is it as they say, be quick everybody in.

You're gonna listen to me bamboo, the whole shipment. I want you to invest it, bamboo. But say it, go take. You know what? We are full of bamboo. Why do you bother me? Because the shipment was paid for in advance.