![]() I tried a second earlier to reach a section high above me, but my fingers fell short. The sun is shining, and scatterings of blue-roofed villages sit what has to be hundreds of feet below me between patches of blinding blue water. He’s standing next to me while I cling to a jutting rock in what he describes as an idealistic virtual recreation of a Southeast Asian mountain range. ![]() “You’re going to have to jump,” says David Bowman.
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