The adventure story of an extremely hazardous canoe trip taken just for the hell of it up one of the more obscure tributaries of the Amazon. Harrison's tale is compelling, full of suspense, humor and wonderful descriptions of Amazon wildlife, all told in down-to-earth unpretentious language with disarming honesty. His quest is ambitious, exciting and, ultimately, flawed.
|Publisher:||Bradt Publications UK|
|Edition description:||First Edition|
|Product dimensions:||5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 0.90(d)|
About the Author
John has written and presented several radio programmes for the BBC, and contributed articles to many magazines and newspapers. He has entertained audiences with more than 200 lectures and has been an on-board speaker for cruise lines. He lives in Bristol in the UK.
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From Last Days'I decided to set off for another hunt, soon to realise how much the malaria had sapped my remaining strength, and of course three or four cashew fruits a day do not provide much energy. At the airstrip, I saw a commotion in a distant tree-top where a troupe of spider monkeys were feeding. Big, gangly, 10-kilo beasts they were. Malaria, hunger and all, I broke into a trot. They had seen me coming and were already in retreat. The only hope seemed to be to run as fast as I could in the attempt to get within range. I floundered through the jungle, tripping and scrabbling in the undergrowth, and with only a pair of underpants on I was soon scratched and bleeding. My heart was thumping in my chest, there was a bitter dry taste in my mouth, and my empty stomach was flapping against my spine, but I was gaining on the monkeys. The chase went on for several hundred metres, until I staggered within range. One monkey was running along a branch and about to leap to another tree when I fired. It was a hurried snap shot, but the monkey faltered as it was about to leap and missed its handhold, toppling head first 20 metres down to the jungle floor.Between me and the place it had landed was a fallen tree, and I needed to sit down and rest before I could go on. When I did, there was no sign of the monkey. I walked around searching for half an hour. This was a cruel blow. Either the monkey had been not too badly wounded and had dragged itself away, or else it had missed its handhold from shock at the sound of whistling pellets, recovered, and nipped up another tree. At all events, it was our last hunt at Molocopote. After that we conserved our strength by spending most of the time in our hammocks, with the odd foray to the cashew trees.'
Table of Contents
Foreword by Dervla Murphy Acknowledgements Map Prophecies and Preparations Departure Early Days Slow Progress Malaria Burnt Foot Camp Back to the Beginning Up the Cuc The Jari Again Choked Waters Dire Straits Dilemmas The Retreat The Long Wait Christmas Last Days
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Amazing feats around every corner. Agreat read in an area that is being rapidly depleted of its natural resources.