We exchanged pleasantries while I mulled over the ramifications of the green bananas. Asking questions would betray my ignorance, so I remarked on the beauty of the terrain. Huge rock formation, like Sugar Loaf in Rio, rose up all around us. "Do you see that tall one right over there?" asked my benefactor, pointing to a particular tall, slender pinnacle of dark rock. "That rock marks the center of the world.