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Published: July 22nd 2011
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It was 10am when we boarded S.V Leonides , joining a sea of swaying hammocks strung side by side like a scene from ‘Papillon’, our presence further clogging the heart of a boat that rusted by the second. Below us a manic scene unfolded. Angry bulls, their horns tied with rope, were run on board into a pen brimming with cows anxious to make space. Chickens remained calm in their boxes, resigned...
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Mouty
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Wow what an evocative description
the flow of the script moving with the river , the rhythm timing with the paddles you invoke the spirit sound and soul of the amazon yourselves a simple and natural part with Jose a javier