Day six in my quest to find Mike Tanne Hill and I finally found him at last.

After following all the leads, all of them by faith, ramming my head against brick wall after brick wall, dead ends nearly every time.

Because that's the point of faith, right?

To build up thicker heads, so that when the real banging comes we're ready for it.

And also to learn lessons, like maybe to do a better job of following evidence or something.

Really, I don't know, it's not important, but what it is important is that I found Mike

Tana Hill and I found him in a place you would least expect in a small

Middle Eastern archaeological site outside the ruins of Eridu.

Eridu.

Eridu.

A town built right after the flood subsided, where Noah actually lived, and where the previously

translated Prophet Enoch flew down his city in a spaceship from above to pick up the kangaroos to take them to their new home in Australia.

The name says now.

Faith Detective strikes again.

It's true.

Eridu. Eridu.

Eridu. Eridu. Eridu.

No one lived here in Eridu.

Something in my gut told me that Mike would be there.

So I bought a plane ticket and I flew there.

It wasn't hard to follow the trail of empty Tutsi Roll wrappers once I arrived to find the location of the fabled

last supper of Noah.

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