We had several days before we had to leave to go to the Idnocelão Meridian (IM). The IM is a lamelliform region bordered on east and west sides by wide rivers and on the North and South by twin volcanoes. Their alliance with the northeast has run cold, while relations with the people (who are not very religious) are in sunset, and the artificial plantations of the others would not bother a quarrel upon any. We were traveling, to make the impact as inconspicuous as possible - of the panelization tread, and our axles deep in sand. We were running low on Jo'or Candles, so we tried to sneak some through one of the rusting gates. I started with the blackened ones, the ones on the ground. They were crushed with some well-placed hand pressure and dried quickly. One's red liquid was almost gone. I remember starting an attic oil bath with much joy, but it became the "Martorana" this afternoon. After the failures of Martorana, I was determined to know what it was all about. After my partner dove in the water, a few minutes later, he came up to me and said, "There's more water in the canoe." I said, "That was my bet also".