somehow linked to the whole psychic, you know Jungian, side of the notion of saucers.Deep water, I know. It's a hunch, but strong."Dave was something else. We called him "the flower child." He was a delight-provoking,paradoxical amalgam of naivete and strong-willed insight. If they sold harlequin suits offthe rack he would have worn one. A Polish count, Ambassador to the Court of GreatElizabeth and friend of my personal idol, Dr. John Dee, brightened his genealogy. I hadmet Dave during the summer of 1967 in Berkeley. We had both been hitchhiking fromthe corner of Ashby and Telegraph, and when one kind soul picked both of us up, webecame acquainted on the ride over the bridge to San Francisco. In Berkeley, Davesupported himself selling the Berkeley Barb and whatever else you sell when you loiter alot. Since those days, Dave had graduated, both from the upstate New York commune heidealized and from Syracuse University with a degree in ethnobotany. In letters thatpassed between us when I was in Benares he became determined to be part of the ventureto the Amazon Basin. He was to find in the jungles and mountains of South America aworld even more spellbinding than he expected. To this day he has not returned from ourinitial voyage.It was nearly two years before we could begin to put our plans into effect. Late in Augustof 1969 fate turned me from hash smuggler to fugitive when one of my Bombay-to-Aspen shipments fell into the hands of U. S. Customs. I went undergroud and wanderedthroughout Southeast Asia and Indonesia, viewingruins in the former and collecting butterflies in the latter. Then came my time in Japan.Whether this gave me an edge on the others in experience seemed unlikely. Yet even mynew status as desperado did not deter my passion for the Amazon. I still dreamed ofvisiting the green places of the vine people.Eventually, Vanessa, Dave, and I gathered in Victoria, British Columbia. We lived therethree months in a clapboard house, which we rented from a family of Sikhs—weransacked articles, wrote letters, and maintained a constant correspondence with Dennis,who was in Colorado. Building momentum, we amassed information on a near-mythicalworld that none of us had ever seen.While I lived in Canada, my mother died after a long bout with cancer. She was laid torest, and then eventually Vancouver Island, lost in swirling snow, had fallen behind us asif by a series of telescoping leaps. At last our journey loomed: One by one the barriers toour entry into the anticipated magical world fell away, until we came to this indolentmoment, our first day on the river. From my journal:February 6,1971We are at last freed of our umbilical connection to civilization. This morning, under theuncertain skies which mark the Amazon during the dry season, we have at last gotten
underway. Part of a flotilla of gasoline and fruit soda suppliers who are on their way toLa Chorrera and will certainly carry us as far as El Encanto on the Rio Cara-Parana.Moving toward the absolute center of the geography of the secret, I am moved to ponder,as ever, the meaning of this truly strange search. I am having difficulty processing theintense content of my expectations. There can now be little doubt that, given that wecontinue to press forward as we have, we shall reach a state of satisfaction. We have beenso long seeking this thing and it is so difficult to understand. Projections concerning whowe will be or what we will do when this excursion is over are unconsciously based on theassumption that our experience will leave us unaffected, an assumption which isdoubtless false, but its alternative can hardly be imagined.Later: Two hours out of Puerto Leguizamo, upriver winds have caused us to tie up on thePeru side to await calmer weather. We are at Puerto Naranja. It is not shown on the AtlasCodazzi. The pattern of river travel immediately asserts itself. Following the channelmeans moving from side to side of the river, usually near one of the banks. The land isthickly covered by a dense canopy of jungle reminiscent of Central Seram or the coast ofAmbon—a Venusian forest. The dull drum of the engine, the cooing of pigeons (part ofour cargo), like the sacred Ganga, the brown, smooth water of the Putumayo soon flowsthrough all our dreams and daydreams.Solo watches me fixedly.The familiar falls behind. The river is broad. The mystery for the present is in thestrangeness of this place. The watery flatness. Five days descent of the Rio Putumayowill put us at the mouth of the Rio Cara-Parana. There is a mission there called SanRaphael. We are looking for Dr. Alfredo Guzman, mentioned in one of our papers as thesource of an authentic sample of the oo-koo-he we are looking for. Guzman is ananthropologist working with the Witoto upriver from San Raphael at a tiny villagecharmingly called San Jose del Encanto. This village is situated at the beginning of theold rubber-gatherers' trail that leads through the jungle to La Cho-rrera. Not only canGuzman aid us in our search, but he can help us hire bearers for the trek overland. Manydays to anticipate this personage.In the meantime, the cramped world of this trading vessel, the Fabiolita, is ours, itsmission, to sell plastic shoes, tinned food, and fishing line at the small clusters of houseson stilts that appear several times during each day of travel. We arrive, tie up, and whilethe jefe of our vessel makes negocios with the colonistas, I take my butterfly net andwalk to the jungle, hoping to escape the stinging flies that swarm near the boat landings.Sometimes there are long, opinionated conversations, with everyone animated and takingpart. Sometimes a silence falls among us that lasts for several hours once each of us iscomfortable, watching the riverbank slide by or nodding on the edge of siesta.
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