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Wending up wide rivers, lined with thick tropical jungle; forest greens, blue sky, white clouds and brown water fill our world. Majestic KanKan trees, sacred guardians of those who live here spread their stately limbs, silent sentinels; secret witnesses to our coming. Sounds of the forest cacophonous, even over the roar of the boat’s motor, fill the air and surprise with their intensity. Slowly one realizes even from the relative safety of the boat just how desperate those runaway slaves who first ventured here must have been to escape their tormenters and risk the dangers of this wild untamed place.
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Travelogue