Jungleland: A Mysterious Lost City, a WWII Spy, and a True Story of Deadly Adventure [NOOK Book]

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"I began to daydream about the jungle...."

On April 6, 1940, explorer and future World War II spy Theodore Morde (who would one day attempt to assassinate Adolf Hitler), anxious about the perilous journey that lay ahead of him, struggled to fall asleep at the Paris Hotel in La Ceiba, Honduras.

Nearly seventy years later, in the same hotel, acclaimed journalist Christopher S. Stewart wonders what he's gotten himself into. Stewart and Morde seek the same answer on their quests: ...

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Overview

"I began to daydream about the jungle...."

On April 6, 1940, explorer and future World War II spy Theodore Morde (who would one day attempt to assassinate Adolf Hitler), anxious about the perilous journey that lay ahead of him, struggled to fall asleep at the Paris Hotel in La Ceiba, Honduras.

Nearly seventy years later, in the same hotel, acclaimed journalist Christopher S. Stewart wonders what he's gotten himself into. Stewart and Morde seek the same answer on their quests: the solution to the riddle of the whereabouts of Ciudad Blanca, buried somewhere deep in the rain forest on the Mosquito Coast. Imagining an immense and immaculate El Dorado–like city made entirely of gold, explorers as far back as the Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés have tried to find the fabled White City. Others have gone looking for tall white cliffs and gigantic stone temples—no one found a trace.

Legends, like the jungle, are dense and captivating. Many have sought their fortune or fame down the Río Patuca—from Christopher Columbus to present-day college professors—and many have died or disappeared. What begins as a passing interest slowly turns into an obsession as Stewart pieces together the whirlwind life and mysterious death of Morde, a man who had sailed around the world five times before he was thirty and claimed to have discovered what he called the Lost City of the Monkey God.

Armed with Morde's personal notebooks and the enigmatic coordinates etched on his well-worn walking stick, Stewart sets out to test the jungle himself—and to test himself in the jungle. As we follow the parallel journeys of Morde and Stewart, the ultimate destination morphs with their every twist and turn. Are they walking in circles? Or are they running from their own shadows? Jungleland is part detective story, part classic tale of man versus wild in the tradition of The Lost City of Z and Lost in Shangri-La. A story of young fatherhood as well as the timeless call of adventure, this is an epic search for answers in a place where nothing is guaranteed, least of all survival.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In a modern-day quest to locate the fabled Lost City, Stewart, an editor at the Wall Street Journal and the author of Hunting the Tiger, takes the reader on a perilous, thrill-laden search for that mythical place, first bitten by the adventure bug in the spring of 2008 after researching the journals of American explorer and spy Theodore Morde. The journalist parallels his own quest to find the mysterious Ciudad Blanca, the White City, to the search by Morde, into a remote part of southeastern Honduras, with its jungle heat, harsh river trip, natives, and other dangers. While Morde’s vision of the White City turns out to be folklore, Stewart finds himself at odds with snakes, crocodiles, timber pirates, and a brewing civil war, which going farther into the bush as he questions himself about his mission. Possibly the book should have been about Morde and his various identities as WWII spy and bold explorer than the author’s expedition, which comes up with few results. Still, this is a gritty, remarkable tale of exploration and risk in a nervy trek to the edge of civilization. Agent: P.J. Mark. (Jan.)
Daily Beast
“The premise is so fantastic that if Jungleland were a novel, you could be forgiven for worrying that it might be a bit pulpy or clichéd…The fact that this is all true turns the story from one of intrigue and odyssey into one of anthropological significance as well.”
Douglas Preston
“A fascinating and gripping account, a true to life Indiana Jones adventure.”
Rich Cohen
“This stunning book takes you deep into the jungles of Honduras, telling a story that explains all of Europe’s adventures on this side of the world: the quest for a lost city full of gold, a search that, in theend, reveals the treasure to be the journey itself. ”
Mitchell Zuckoff
“A bold attempt to solve the mystery of the White City of Honduras and finish the work of a World War II spy.… a rip-snorting journey… Readers who loved ‘The Lost City of Z’ have found their next great true adventure.”
Mark Adams
“A tale for the ages.”
Evan Wright
“I dare you to put this book down.”
Laura Miller
“The true story [of] Jungleland resembles nothing so much as the set-up for one of H. Rider Haggard’s old pulp adventure novels.…Stewart is a crisp, lean, colorful stylist, with that essential knack: a nose for punchy, telling anecdotes and images…great fun to read.”
Kirkus Reviews
Wall Street Journal editor Stewart (Hunting the Tiger: The Fast Life and Violent Death of the Balkans' Most Dangerous Man, 2008) makes use of the legacy of a 1930s explorer and adventurer in a new attempt to locate a fabled city in the tropical rain forests of Honduras. The author found a walking stick and map that once belonged to Theodore Morde, who claimed to have discovered Ciudad Blanca, the White City, in 1939. Stewart's research also produced the logs and records, which included interviews with Indian inhabitants and uncovered Morde's great knack for storytelling. Even Stewart and his experienced archaeologist guide Chris Begley were unsure about what they had found and whether they followed Morde's trail to the city he claimed to have discovered. But they have crafted a clear trail to follow on the way. Set against a background of the latest military coup in Honduras and the activities of narcotraficantes, corporate jungle destroyers, pirates, robbers and other human predators, as well as deadly snakes and insects and almost impenetrable jungle, their modern search bears eerie parallels to the trail made by Morde and his companions. Back then, the United Fruit Company was on the march, and exiles from Nazi Germany were trying to scratch a living from the unforgiving terrain. Stewart left his wife and daughter in Brooklyn and traveled to the Mosquito Coast, from which he set off overland. Modern transportation, however, seemed less reliable than the river routes followed by the earlier crew, and the modern explorers embarked on an exciting journey in search of landmarks, tribes and, in the depths of the jungle, the Monkey-men, worshipers of the Monkey God. A great revival of an older genre, the treasure hunt, and associated adventures.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062097996
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 61,068
  • File size: 6 MB

Meet the Author

Christopher S. Stewart is a writer and editor at the Wall Street Journal. His work has appeared in GQ, Harper's, the New York Times Magazine, the Paris Review, Wired, and other publications. He is the author of Hunting the Tiger: The Fast Life and Violent Death of the Balkans' Most Dangerous Man. He lives with his family in New York.

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Jungleland


By Christoper S. Stewart

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2013 Christoper S. Stewart
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-180254-6


Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

A PROFESSIONAL AMATEUR


Remember those days , I'd start to say to Amy, my wife, when I was feeling particularly old and melancholy. Remember when we decided one night we wanted to go to Paris and the next day we were on a plane? Remember when we stayed out all night and you broke your heel and we ate breakfast at that diner in the West Village? How many times did we do that? Remember when we lived in that $500 studio in Williamsburg with views of the city and we thought we had it made?

In our twenties, we'd bounced around from apartment to apartment. We'd go abroad at least three times a year, sometimes for Amy's work - she's a contemporary art curator - other times for my freelance writing. My wanderlust had been born out of my largely sedentary childhood. I had grown up in a rigorously normal town of about 30,000 in upstate New York. We didn't travel much, except for a family vacation every July when my brother, my parents, and I climbed into a Ford station wagon and drove to a beach in Delaware. There was a lake in my town, but with little horizon. The hills had no real vistas, and planes flew past overhead at 30,000 feet. Amy liked to joke that if it hadn't been for her coaxing me into our first trip to Europe together, when we were twenty, I would have never left the States. We didn't have much to worry about then. We made enough to get by. Now there was little time - or money.

I still traveled as a writer, stringing along interesting assignments - a couple weeks in Iran, where I hunted down rogue military shipments, another couple weeks in the Balkans to search out diamond thieves, and more in Russia chasing down mobsters - but those trips never lasted long enough for me to feel as if I was fully inhabiting another world, living out another life. The assignments provided only an approximation of a sustained adventure. By the time the stories came out in the magazines, I was already back to folding laundry and changing diapers.

Amy and I had been married for six years and had just moved with our three-year-old daughter, Sky, from the frantic crush of Manhattan to sleepier Brooklyn. Strapped with a mortgage and talking about having another child, we were settling down - or trying to. That stuff scared me, as I'm sure it does most young adults, especially those living in New York, where everything is so preposterously expensive. I was getting along in my thirties. I craved something more. Who isn't charmed by the idea that there are still secrets left in the world?

I first learned about the lost city in the spring of 2008. At the time, I was reporting a magazine feature about the growing Honduran drug trade. The jungles and Caribbean shores of Honduras were considered major transshipment points for cocaine traveling from Colombia up to the United States, and the business had created a healthy underworld economy. I was interested in a particular drug king who had apparently made a business of killing off the Columbian traffickers at sea, pilfering the cocaine from their submarines or speedboats, then selling it back home.

He was said to live on a fortified hilltop mansion above the sea. After months of reporting, the story fell apart. One day I heard that the drug pirate had taken one of his speedboats out to sea, this time alone, without his gun-toting army, pointed the boat south, and never stopped. Stealing drugs as a business hadn't turned out to be a very sustainable long- term proposition. The man had made his score, and now, it seemed, he would disappear.

In the course of a phone conversation about the drug trade, though, a former U.S. soldier mentioned the lost city. He had been in the Mosquitia during the contra wars to train fighters in what he described as the "shittiest, buggiest shithole jungle in the world." He'd slept in covered hammocks and tents. He'd always been wet and scratching his welts. "That place was bad, man," he said.

He couldn't remember when he'd first heard about the city, if it had been in the bush or at a seaside bar where he chased women, but the stories revolved around the same reports of gold, priceless artifacts, overgrown temples and buildings, and "monkey gods." "I always thought about going out there to find it," he told me. He had never tried. Some nights, when my wife and daughter were asleep, I sat at my computer in the living room and mapped the Honduran jungle, shooting Google's satellite camera downward, flying over winding rivers and tightly packed trees that made up one of the largest rain forests in the world. I zoomed until the image coming back was one impenetrable swath of green, and my imagination seized on what lay beneath.

I researched the White City in down moments, when Amy was teaching in the late afternoons or on the weekends when Sky was at ballet or art class. I made phone calls to archaeologists, prospectors, adventurers, and crackpot conspiracy theorists. I found a magician who had been searching for the city for years and told me, "Once you start looking, it never lets you go. It sucks you up." Another man mentioned "ghosts," and an archaeologist named Chris Begley found the city's legend so captivating that he described it to me as "one of the slipperiest and most elusive mysteries."

From what I could tell, the first inklings of a vanished city came from Christopher Columbus when, on his fourth voyage in 1502, he landed in the eastern part of Honduras at a point now known as the city of Trujillo. Walking the beaches nearby, he described in his journals rumors of gold nuggets "larger than lima beans" and an "island made entirely of gold."

But where? Almost twenty-four years later Hernán Cortés and his army of conquistadors arrived on the same eastern spit of land.

In his letters home to King Charles of Spain, Cortés described the hunt for the legendary town of Hueitapalan, or the Old Land of Red Earth. His army searched the jungles of Honduras for almost two months but found nothing. Soon after, in 1544, Cristóbal de Pedraza, the bishop of Honduras, wrote a letter to the king about an arduous trip through swamps and forests outside Trujillo. He recalled his introduction to an Indian princess, who had told him of a fabulous civilization west of the sea, "where nobles drank from gold goblets, ate from gold plates." It sounded like El Dorado - one of the original lost city myths - a golden land ruled by a golden king.

Over the centuries, there were loosely reported sightings. In 1927, on his flight over Central America, Charles Lindbergh spied an expansive stretch of white ruins - "an amazing ancient metropolis." Several years later, an anthropologist named W. D. Strong claimed that he'd found ancient artifacts scattered about the Honduran river basins and that during his six- month expedition, he had heard "many stories of strange archaeological ruins." Not long after, S. H. Glassmire, a mining engineer and gold prospector from New Mexico, announced that he'd found a lost city that was "five square miles," with "crumbling limestone walls." He said that it was overgrown and described walking along a "cornice that stuck out of the ground." Later, his claims were questioned, though they seemed to only stir the seekers.


I began to daydream about the jungle, about what was under those green Google images, and about all the lavish stories of the lost city. I daydreamed as I strolled past the brownstone buildings of my leafy Brooklyn neighborhood, as I jogged around the paved lanes of Prospect Park, as I pushed my shopping cart through the colorfully stocked aisles of Fairway. At Ikea one Sunday morning, as Sky and Amy tested out a gray cotton pull-out couch, I stood off to the side and let my mind wander. I imagined myself tromping through the heavy jungle air - no iPhone blinking with e-mails and phone calls and Twitter updates. I imagined living off the forest, eating what I caught, drinking river water, my clothes soaked in sweat and rainfall, setting up camp when darkness came, the nights spent listening only to the simple buzz and whir of the forest. No air-conditioning. No aisle 7. No crowds. There I was, in the middle of the jungle, trying to find the lost city by myself. Driving home from the store, I couldn't shake the thought. I drove right past our street and then backed into a sign when I was parking the car. "Sorry," I said. "Just got distracted for a minute."


My curiosity crossed into obsession when I encountered Theodore Morde. In 1940, Morde returned from a four month journey into the deepest parts of the Mosquito jungle with news that he had finally discovered the city. He was only twenty-nine years old. He had already circled the globe five times and visited nearly a hundred nations. As a teenager, he had stowed away on freighters bound for England and Germany. He covered the Spanish Civil War with Ernest Hemingway and George Orwell, lectured on cruise ships, and later worked as a spy during World War II for the Office of Strategic Services, the U.S. intelligence agency that preceded the CIA.

As with many of the great explorers of the past, Morde was more of a seasoned amateur, guided not by classroom study but by guile, boldness, and a tremendous self-confidence. The New York Times described his Honduran mission as "exploring hitherto unexplored land" with only a machete and pistol to defend himself. The McNaught Syndicate of newspapers called Morde "a true explorer," as if to suggest that his lost city discovery made him the last of a special breed of world adventurer.

Morde fascinated me. And it wasn't just his discovery, which would have helped overturn years of science arguing that a major civilization could never exist in such a harsh climate, but also something else: his extravagant life. The fact that he couldn't seem to settle down, that he always burned for adventure.

There was one big problem with the quest of Theodore Morde. Despite his claims of discovery, the city remained a complete mystery. No one knew the location of his city. Fearful that others would plunder the site in his absence, he never actually told anyone how to get to the site, and then he died before he could return to excavate it. His journals and everything else that he had written about the place disappeared after his death. Which made me wonder:

Was Morde even telling the truth? And did the city really exist? At one point I found an article in a 1978 issue of Sports Illustrated that detailed an expedition to find the city. Titled "Quest in the Jungle," the story featured two explorers, named Jim Woodman and Bill Spohrer, and mentioned the legend of Morde. I made calls and sent e-mails about the men, hoping that I might find them and that they might give me some more clarity on the legend. I jotted down notes from their trip and added it to my growing notebook on Morde's adventure. When Amy saw my notes lying around the house, she sometimes asked where all this was going. At first I didn't know and I told her so. "Only sniffing around," I said. But soon I started to believe that I was onto something bigger than myself, bigger than anything I had undertaken before, and eventually, despite all the reasons to say no, despite all the trappings of the good life I lived, I just kept wondering - what if? What if I really managed to retrace Morde's journey? What if I traveled to Honduras? What would I discover? Did I have the guts to actually try?


" You want to do what?" Amy asked the night I told her my plan. We were having a drink at the dining room table of our Brooklyn apartment one early winter night in 2008, while Sky was asleep in the back. It was mostly quiet, except for the occasional car that groaned past on the street below and the footfalls of our neighbors overhead. "I want to find the White City," I said. "Ciudad Blanca!"

She laughed, swallowed a sip of red wine, and, though she'd heard many of my phone conversations with people about the city, searched my face for a sign that I might be joking.

"I'm serious," I said.

"Yeah, I bet the others who went out there were serious too," she said. "How many did you say?"

"I don't know the exact number."

She took a strand of her blond hair and began to twirl it, winding it around an index finger and then letting it go.

"Your hair," I said.

"I can't help it." She let the strand drop. "You don't even know how to camp!" she said.

True: I'm not a backpacker or a trekker or even much of a hiker. I have a bad back. I have lived in New York City for more than fifteen years, so the idea of going to the rain forest might as well have meant heading off to Mars.

"I'm more qualified for this kind of trip," she said before reminding me that she had gone on Outward Bound as a teenager in the High Sierra.

"You were like sixteen," I said weakly.

"Yeah, but I spent twenty-six days in the mountains. And three of those days I was completely alone!"

"Still -" I said, but she cut me off.

"How many days have you spent camping?" she asked.

The answer was probably twice - and I'd hated it both times.

We sat there in silence for some time.

"What about your explorer?" she asked finally.

"Morde?"

"What happened to him?"

"He's dead," I said.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Jungleland by Christoper S. Stewart. Copyright © 2013 by Christoper S. Stewart. Excerpted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
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Table of Contents

Prologue 1

Part I A Professional Amateur 7

The Mountain That Cries 15

The Mystery Stick 23

"Treading on Dynamite" 27

My Lost-City Guide 35

"I Was Lost" 39

The Coup 43

"949 Miles to La Ceiba" 47

Good-bye 53

Part II "Left for Dead but Too Mean to Die" 59

hotstuffie92 63

"Where There Grow Strange Large Flowers" 67

Snakes and Valium 71

"Definitely on the Way at Last" 75

The Valley of the Princess 77

"Gold Fever" 83

Pancho 87

"The Last Outpost" 93

Bandit Alley 101

"The Equivalent of a State Secret" 105

Mortal Threats 109

Dance of the Dead Monkeys 113

Catacamas 117

"Green Hell" 119

Loco Men 125

"All Had Faded into Thin Air" 131

Part III The Jungle That Disappeared 137

"Beyond Hope" 141

Looking for Camp Ulak 145

"No Trace of Ruins" 153

Calling Home 157

"The Lost City of the Monkey God" 165

Our Time with the Pirates 169

"The Jungle Does Not Seem Like It Wants Us to Go" 177

"Please Come Home" 181

"Ice in Our Glasses!" 183

Ernesto's Story 185

"This Strange Civilization" 189

What We Learned from the Tawahkas 195

Part IV Daisy 203

Gateway to the Lost Cities 207

"They Had Orders to Shoot" 211

My Lowest Low 215

"I'm Having the Time of My Life" 217

Journey to the Crosses 223

"From Journalist and Explorer and Spy to a Father" 227

The Morde Theory 235

The Lost City 245

Epilogue 255

Acknowledgments 257

Notes 259

Bibliography 261

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2013

    Fun read

    Really captivated me. Great blend of historical, travelogue. Did not want to put it down, for both sides of the story it tells. Glad I picked it up.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Tried to buy via BookPerk but BookPerk is broken yet again. Sigh

    Tried to buy via BookPerk but BookPerk is broken yet again. Sigh.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2014

    Read the book and enjoyed it. The book tells of adventure, despa

    Read the book and enjoyed it. The book tells of adventure, despair, and it is full information and facts. It is more than an adventure and a biography. I highly recommend this book. Wilton Parker 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2014

    History Lovers, etc.

    This is a great book with a surprise ending which can make sense. It gives the story of the author side by side with a previous explorer from before World War II.

    But I must point out to the editors that the Spanish word "tranquilo" is supposed to have only one "L", not two. Please use your dictionary.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2013

    It was not what I expected I did not like it at all. It was to slow and boring.

    has far has rating this e-book one star. The e-book had to much hype around it. Than when I read it I was so disappointed it did not deliver.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 26, 2013

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    Excellent

    Amazing story of a man's search for a lost city in Middle America.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    A good but not a great read!

    I thought it was interesting but I have read explorations into the Amazon region that held my interest more than this book did. All in all, however, I commend the author for his determination to see this adventure through although I felt for his wife who worried at home.

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  • Posted January 24, 2013

    jungleland is very original

    jungleland is very original

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