Adventurers Club ep20 Hairy Wild Man

World Adventurers Club, an organization of daredevil explorers, history-impers, whose tales of hazardous journeys across the untracked wastes of the world will live forever. The quartet opens for the evening. Here the bell. Good evening.

This evening, gentlemen, I greet you with a distinct surprise. Good morning. This sounds like Ryan. All right, here goes. You stop, me if it's not a surprise. Come on. Tonight, gentlemen, I introduced to you a woman, woman with a story, you know.

I'll entract across the desert of Chinese terrorist acts. Incidentally, she's the only white woman of the West who accomplished it. I now introduced to you, gentlemen, Dan Blochon. Gentlemen, I am honored. Our adventure took us into the wilds of unexplored to his town, my husband and myself.

I returned from it. He gave his life. All will perhaps, by their knowledge, I will... Oh, no, he was not the first hero to die. We were both missionaries traveling on the fringe of the Gobid desert, East of Mongolia.

That region is known as the thieves' kitchen, insisted by brigands. And we were in to transform these arid wastes into gardens of God. Were you traveling in caravan? Of course, with Bandit Escort. Our story opens at the Oasis Popperang.

It was nightfall, and we made them. She didn't get camos, but fright. It was an ugly shriek with fear. Be calm. Keep us gave. Don't even worth me, betcha. Yes, yes.

I'll call you an interpreter. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, ladies, what before you became a witch? Matter, good grief, you death. And an earthly yell. Listen, let's watch, is it? No, no, no. You shall be, he can I of hell, wild man.