The Lost City

Danger! Hundreds of dramatic behind-the-scenes adventures are all part of a Clyde Beatty story! Here is the story of... the Lost City! I was bothering at the Saigon Airport waiting for a plane to take me to Rangoon to check a shipment of wild animals.

When my amazement, I heard someone quietly say, I do believe it's Clyde Beatty! I glanced up to see the broad grain of my old friend Dick Rossy, one of the original flying tigers. I told learned he was still taking to the air.

running a transport service from Thuygon through Bangkok to Rangoon. In a couple of hours we were 7,000 feet over the tangled jungles of Cambodia headed for Rangoon. It's really a break from me Clyde, having someone else piloting this heat for a change.

Oh this is fun! Hey that's some mess of jungle down there. You had to look at it as much as I do, you'd be sick of it too. Hate to get forced down in it, I don't even mention it.

Maybe I'm spoiled Dick, but after flying that twin beach I've got back on this crate handled like a dump truck. Look, this is just a gypsy outfit. You can't expect a luxe equipment. The ships on my freight runner held together with failing wire and shoey-cup.

Now you're telling. Don't worry, Paolo. Elsie here can glide a thousand miles on just her reputational. Oh, well, we better get upstairs where there's room. Think it easy, Clyde. This nature twin beach. Uh-oh. It's okay.

The old girl just pumping for air. That's all. With a mixture, Chuline. Yeah. There. That'll fix it. For a minute, I thought that starboard motor was going to quit. These motors quit. Don't be silly.