Travelling by small boat, bus, river boats and sometimes walking miles to reach another place on the red laterite road to get to another tributary and another boat, several days later we reached the village. He spoke English, Portuguese and Xingu and was happy, for a smallish fee, to take me along.Īnd this is where the Forsyte Saga comes in. I was lucky enough to find an Indian who had been a tour guide but was now returning to his village on a lake several hundred miles away. It took me a few weeks to sort out a guide I could afford as I didn't want to join a tourist party and although previously my travels had been on my own, I wanted to leave the towns, the river boats, roads and really penetrate the jungle and obviously I couldn't do that on my own. I thought this would be my one and only chance to see the Amazon so I stuffed a backpack full of the necesssaries, abandoned the rest and got a bus to Belem at the mouth of the Amazon.Ī month later having explored Belem, Santarem and a few other small places I found myself in Manaus, 1,000 miles up the Amazon. I had just crossed the Atlantic with three friends on a yacht and got off in Fortaleza, Brazil. The first time I read this book I was going up the Amazon.
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