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My life as a Tomb Raider in Nanyang

I was just a young man from Singapore when I threw myself into the world of tomb raiding. From the shadowy tombs of Indonesia to the hidden treasures of Philippines, my search for fortune led me deep into the unknown. But what I found wasn’t just treasure—it was a world of the supernatural, filled with mysteries that still haunt me. Curious? Grab a coffee, settle in, and dive into the tales of what really lies beneath the surface.

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Bobby's Dark Eye Ring

Kurnawan.

He was right in front of the altar, the butsudan, pointing at it, and then disappeared.

There must be something inside.

I walked up to the altar and opened it up.

In the middle was a painting of the Buddha, and the altar was decorated with lavish wood carvings, plated with gold.

Knocking on the wood, it was all solid.

No secret compartment or anything.

The only thing left was the painting of the Buddha.

I peeled the painting off the altar.

Bingo!

There was a map drawn behind.

"Bobby, Amy, come look," I said and waved the painting at them.

"This must be it. The map of where he instructed the POWs and locals to dig the tunnels," I looked at the map carefully and said.

It was a map of the Philippines, in the northern part of Luzon Island.

An 'X' marked the Baguio caves.

Yes, this trip was well worth it.