Showing posts with label South America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South America. Show all posts

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Mother of God

Rosolie, Paul. Mother of God: An Extraordinary Journey into the Uncharted Tributaries of the Western Amazon. New York: HarperCollins. 2014. Print


First Sentences:
Before he died, Santiago Durand told me a secret.
It was late at night in a palm-thatched hut on the bank of the Tambopata River, deep in the southwestern corner of the Amazon Basin. Beside a mud oven, two wild boar heads sizzled in a cradle of embers, their protruding tusks curling in static agony as they cooked. The smell of burning cecropia wood and singed flesh filled the air.







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You just cannot get a better opening than reading a dying man's secret as told in a mud hut on the bank of an Amazon river with wild boar heads sizzling on coals nearby. Paul Rosolie's Mother of God: An Extraordinary Journey into the Uncharted Tributaries of the Western Amazon immediately checks all my boxes for a good read: interesting setting, Check; unusual characters, Check; potential for great plot, Check; intriguing use of words, Check. After just these first sentences, I'm all in. 

Mother of God are the true experiences of the author, Paul Rosolie, and his life in the wildest areas of the Peruvian Amazon jungle. When his dyslexia and disinterest in school cause him to struggle with academics, he obtains his GED, drops out of high school, and works as a life guard to save money to travel to the Amazon, a word that has caught his attention. He has always had an interest in nature, hiking, and rescuing injured animals, and later develops a fascination with isolated environments and real possibility they might disappear before he had a chance to experience them. 

Through writing letters to anyone working in a jungle environment, he eventually obtains a volunteer research position on a 27,000 acre preserve in the Peruvian portion of the Amazon jungle, an area known as the Madre de Dios ("Mother of God"). Emma, a British biologist, and JJ, an indigenous guide and her partner, have scraped together enough funds to purchase this land and ecotourism lodge to create the Las Piedras Biodiversity Station. 

Surrounded by hundreds of miles of untouched jungle, the LPBS is heaven for the inquisitive Rosolie, and his real education begins to take place every day under the tutelage of JJ . They daily walk the trails throughout the preserve and observe the diversity of the jungle, identifying and observing tracks, medicinal plants, and the animals themselves. 
[from a plane] it was like looking into the vault of the universe to where all the greatest secrets were kept, the library of life....the foliage of the Andes/Amazon interface ... constitutes more than 15 percent of the global variety of plants....rough tallies for the entire Andes/Amazon region: 1,666 birds, 414 mammals, 479 reptiles, 834 amphibians, and a large portion of the Amazon's 9,000 fish species.

One of these creatures is Lulu, an orphan baby giant anteater that Rosolie rescues and raises at the lodge. What is a baby giant anteater like? Imagine "if you bred a hyper baby black bear with Edward Scissorhands"...with "three-inch-long black sickles that could tear through denim and skin with ease." And there's that two-foot-long sticky tongue. Undaunted by Lulu's huge claws and her need ride on his back and sleep on his chest in his hammock, Rosolie patiently learns to hand feed her until he can teach her (somehow) to identify ant hills and how to use her claws and long tongue to feed herself.

And, oh, the adventures he has each day, including:
  • a cayman (crocodile) that swallowed a 4' bag of Brazil nuts, cooking pot, and fish in one gulp;
  • footprints from tapirs and jaguars found many mornings only inches from tents. (JJ feels it is "probably the smell of fresh white gringo that was attracting them.")
  • spider monkeys that taunt and throw figs at the fiercest animal, the peccaries (wild pigs);
  • awakening one night in his hammock to the hot breath of a jaguar only inches from his face;
  • gliding ants that can sail back to tree trunk when wind blows them off.
  • a 15' anaconda (snake) (Rosolie'e encounter is scoffed at by Santiago who tells of an area that has anacondas are over 40' long 24" wide - and Rosolie later actually finds one!)
Not all his experiences are with the animals, nor are they all pleasant. He notices the impact of each action on the jungle has repercussions, some temporary and some permanent. The jungle is a living organism that suffers from any modification in its system of life. 

He encounters poachers who kill a wide variety of wildlife with disastrous impact on the jungle. Rare trees with unique holes are chopped down to secure a nest of endangered baby birds, thus destroying not only the birds but a very rare nesting spot for similar birds. Rubber plantation owners exploit and destroy both the trees and the natives. Loggers clear-cut mahogany trees that take years, if ever, to regrow. Government road-builders blast huge swatches of the jungle to cut a highway across from Brazil to Peru to provide access to the resources and animals, as well as the opening of areas for human settlement. Small tribes of "uncontacted" natives move deeper and deeper into the jungles and became fiercely suspicious of outsiders and deadly protective against intruders. 

But Mother of God is a work of hope and survival. There is so much fascinating information presented as the author explores trails, animals, and survival knowledge from the indigenous people he encounters. Page after page of beauty, wonder, and adventure fill this book and pull readers onward, deeper into the world of the Amazon.

And, of course, Rosolie must seek the lost world described by Santiago, the old native who tells stories of the giant anacondas and many other wonders, and who is never proved wrong in his knowledge.  Access is treacherous, but Rosolie sets off alone to find it using Santiago's ancient directions.
He said it was a place where humans had never been. Between rivers and isolated by a quirk of geography, it had remained forgotten through the centuries. The only tribes who knew of the land had regarded it as sacred and never entered, and so it had remained untouched for millennia...He told me that it was the wildest place left on earth.
Mother of God is a book of exploration, whether learning about tracks or seeking means to keep the Amazonian jungle and its inhabitants protected. So much beauty is described and experienced by the author, an adventurer and seeker of knowledge and understanding about this wild land. As he writes on the departure of his solo journey to find the lost world:
In the most savage and dizzyingly vast wilderness on earth, the rule is simple: never go out alone. Yet there are those among us who have difficulty accepting what we have not found out for ourselves, who pass a WET PAINT sign and cannot help touching the wall. We simply have to know

Happy reading. 



Fred

If this book interests you, be sure to check out:



Detailed adventures of British explorer Percy Fawcett in the early 1900's and his many forays into the Amazon jungle in search of the City of Gold. (Previously reviewed here). 


Adams, Mark. Turn Right at Machu Piccu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time  
The desk-bound author sets out with a modern-day Fawcett as his guide to walk the routes of Hiram Bingham in order to re-trace that explorer's search for the fabled city of gold in Peru, with very humorous and serious adventures along the way. (Previously reviewed here). 

Davis, Wade. One River.  

Memoirs of the author who traveled the length of South America via the jungle, meeting and interacting with isolated tribes, describing their friendships, rituals, food, hunting practices, languages, and social structure.



Fascinating memoir of the author and his family who lived on their game reserve and ran a safari company for four generations in the wilds of South Africa. The book opens with the author awakening, at age 11, to a deadly 9' mamba sliding over him - one bite is fatal. And it goes on for there with encounters with all forms of wildlife on the reserve.


Sunday, December 22, 2013

Turn Right at Machu Piccu

Adams, Mark. Turn Right at Machu Picchu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time. New York:Penguin. 2011. Print.



First Sentences:

As the man dressed head to toe in khaki turned the corner and began race walking uphill in my direction, I had to wonder: had we met before?

It certainly seemed unlikely. John Leivers was in his late fifties and spent most of his time exploring the remote parts of the Andes, machete in hand, searching for ancient ruins. The overdeveloped pop-culture lobe of my brain noted his passing resemblance to Crocodile Dundee -- John wore a vest and a bush hat and greeted me on the sidewalk outside my hotel with a cheery "Halloo Mark" that confirmed deep Australian roots -- but there was something else strangely familiar about him.




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2012 marked the 100-year anniversary of the discovery of the fabulous Incan ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru by English explorer Hiram Bingham. Bingham, a Yale professor of history, happened to be in Cusco, Peru, in 1909 when he heard about an unsolved Incan mystery. It was whispered that when the Spanish conquistadors invaded Peru, the Incans had stealthily evaporated into the highland jungles, taking their riches and sacred objects somewhere, never to be found by their enemies.


Bingham, intrigued, talked with experts, consulted ancient documents, and began searching for this lost city. Eventually, he followed the ancient Incan Trail through the mountains and, after years of searching, stumbled upon Machu Picchu in 1912. And he brought back artifacts to Yale to prove the fabulous discovery because he felt no one would believe his story.


Now Mark Adams, a confirmed city person, decides to retrace Bingham's exploration of the Incan Trail and discover Machu Picchu for himself to "get a taste of Bingham's experience." His account of this adventure, Turn Right at Machu Picchu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time, is both historically fascinating and unexpectedly funny in the spirit of Bill Bryson


He tells of the wondrous Incan empire and its hidden cities (yes, there are more hidden cities than just Machu Picchu) that he finds along the Trail. Along with these historic "discoveries," Adams also pokes fun at his own ineptitude on the hike and his interactions with the people he encounters. 

Allen's guide, John Leivers, is a man with "jungle explorer" written all over his face and clothes. Leivers has walked the Incan Trail many times, once barefoot to better experience the Incan mode of travel. Paired with Juvenal, the local 74-year old mule driver, Justo, the 4' 6" cook who talks non-stop at 15,000 words a day (counted by Leivers), and enough coca for all Peruvian team members to prevent altitude sickness (
supposedly), Allen and Leivers' group is off to the trail. 

Allen soon feels the frustrations of Peruvian Time. "'I'll be right back' can mean just that, or it can mean that the speaker is about to depart via steamship for Cairo." And there is a huge gap in jungle hiking experience and general social skills as well. Guide Leivers is a bounder, racing up and down narrow, slippery tracks, while author Allen plods and stumbles along behind. Communication also can be strange, as when Leivers says he wants to stop for a "wee break," which Allen embarrassingly discovers means not that they would take a rest but rather that Leivers merely wants to take a pee.


But the discoveries along the route are fabulous. The Incan Trail turns out to be a series of spokes emanating from hub cities hidden in the mountains. By using these rough paths, ancient Incans could travel to any number of cities hidden in the jungle mountains to elude enemies. 

And the cities are equally astonishing. So covered with jungle vines, Allen's party almost walks by several huge crumbling buildings without noticing them. One city that Bingham stumbled on and recorded years ago became completely so completely hidden again in only one year that Bingham could barely find that city and therefore hired students to do nothing but continually clear away the jungle vines from these ruins until he returned the next time. 

I love "personal quest" books like Turn Right at Machu Picchu, accounts equally divided between the telling the fascinating historical discoveries by an obsessed explorer, and then pairing those accounts side by side with the modern day experiences of an author who retraces that same historic route.

This is a book that fills you with admiration for the bravery and perseverance of Bingham as well as the Allen through the details of their experiences and discoveries. While most of us will never plunge into the jungles of Peru to follow the Incan Trail, through Turn Right at Machu Picchu we can be totally absorbed into the Incan culture and the everyday trials and triumphs of people intrepid enough to walk this ancient route.

Happy reading. 


Fred
www.firstsentencereader.blogspot.com
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Smith retraced the route of Ewart Grogan's 1899 trek over the entire north-south route of Africa. Grogan sought to prove himself worthy of his wealthy girlfriend's father, while Smith needed one last solo experience as well as the time to think about his upcoming marriage and giving up the single life. Great descriptions of their efforts to survive all that Africa and its people can throw at them.


Detailed adventures of British explorer Percy Fawcett in the early 1900's and his many forays into the Amazon jungle in search of the City of Gold. (Previously reviewed here). 

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Lost City of Z

Grann, David. The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon. New York: Doubleday. 2009. Print


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On a cold January day in 1925, a tall, distinguished gentleman hurried across the docks in Hoboken, New Jersey, toward the SS Vaban, a five-hundred-and-eleven-foot ocean liner bound for Rio de Janeiro. 

He was fifty-seven years old and stood over six feet, his long arms corded with muscles. Although his hair was thinning and his mustache was flecked with white, he was so fit that he could walk for days with little, if any, rest of nourishment. 

His nose was crooked like a boxer's and there was something ferocious about his appearance, especially his eyes. They were set close together and peered out from under thick tufts of hair. No one, not even his family, seemed to agree on their color -- some thought they were blue, others gray. Yet virtually everyone who encountered him was struck by their intensity: some called them "the eyes of a visionary."  

He had frequently been photographed in riding boots and wearing a Stetson, with a rifle slung over his shoulder, but even in a suit and a tie, and without his customary wild beard, he could be recognized by the crowds on the pier. He was Colonel Percy Harrison Fawcett, and his name was known throughout the world.



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Colonel Percy Fawcett definitely is a man to be reckoned with and a character worth reading about, especially in the capable hands of author/researcher David Grann. His book, The Lost City of Z, promises adventure, travel, exotic locales, and personal quests, some of my favorite topics.  


By the early 1900s, the age of exploration was closing. There were few undiscovered places left for an adventurer to explore and make a name for himself. Percy Fawcett's chosen territory of expertise was the Amazon jungles of Peru, Bolivia, and Brazil. His goal? Discover an ancient, unknown civilization and their city of gold, the fabled El Dorado (the Lost City of Z) mentioned by early Spanish historians.   


Fawcett researched the ancient accounts told to the Spanish conquerors by local Indians about a king who "slathered himself in gold and floated on a lake gleaming like a ray of the sun....while his subjects made offerings of gold jewelry, fine emeralds, and other pieces of their ornaments."  To Fawcett these accounts were the siren calls he had to answer, taking it upon himself to broaden the knowledge of an unknown land and hopefully reap the fame and recognition that accompanies such an achievement. 


Grann uses the paper trail of articles, maps, and diaries left by the explorer to slowly unravel Fawcett's research and exploits, revealing "the last of the great Victorian explorers who ventured into uncharted realms with little more than a machete, a compass, and an almost divine sense of purpose."  


The Lost City of Z offers a riveting story of a man driven by ambition and dreams played out in an unforgiving environment. Grann skillfully shows Fawcett's sheer force of will in expedition after expedition into the unknown jungle, many lasting years, then watch him emerge at the conclusion of each journey half dead but ready to re-enter on another quest.


I will not spoil the answer as to whether Fawcett discovers his civilization and fabled city. This adventure tale is enough to keep anyone reading to the final pages. And what better recommendation is there for a book than it cannot be put down or abandoned until the very end? 

Happy reading. 


Fred

www.firstsentencereader.blogspot.com
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If this book interests you, be sure to check out:
 
Adams, Mark. Turn Right at Machu Piccu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time  
The desk-bound author sets out with a modern-day Fawcett as his guide to walk the routes of Hiram Bingham in order to re-trace that explorer's search for the fabled city of gold in Peru, with very humorous and serious adventures along the way. (Previously reviewed here.)