Some hours into our conversation, Paulo asked me why I am fascinated with the yeti. I started on the elegance and mystery of the creature, but he raised a hand. "Tell me why. Why do you chase this beast, senhor?" My mind racing, I looked to the stars for an answer, and they remained curiously silent.
I told him, "Maybe...maybe I just need to." Seu Paulo gazed off; I could not tell whether the spark in his eye was from the fire. Eventually, he said, in perfect Spanish, "Senhor... you are very lonely." He paused again and said "Maybe--maybe you are chasing not the yeti, but yourself."
We sat for while as the fire dimmed, and I fell asleep.