Torbjørn Færøvik: «If we’re going to find Noah’s Ark, we can’t just sit here around doing nothing!»

The day was clear and bright, and in the distance, holy Ararat shone like a fairytale castle.“We’re heading out now,” shouted the American in a loud voice. “If we’re going to find Noah’s Ark, we can’t just sit around here doing nothing!” It was May, twenty-five years ago. I was on a journey to China in the footsteps of Marco Polo and had reached a small Turkish town near the Iranian border. In