We landed on a plain. Northwards and eastwards, the rainforest continued as far as the eye could see. To the south and west, a vast plain of long grasses grew. Blue shadows of mountains lined parts of the horizon. In the middle of all this, slightly to our north-west, lay a small city, with thatch-roofed, stone houses. We disembarked and entered.
As we walked through the wide main thoroughfare, we felt a strange sense that we were being watched. Some sort of market was in progression, but as the eight of us walked past, clothed in flight-gear and blueprints in hand, each and every one of them stopped and stared at us. Having visitors was clearly an unusual occurrence.