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South from Florida’s Keyes flying across the Caribbean, the reptilian humps of Cuba and Haiti, their mystical, arid landscapes forbidding; doze like giant water monsters in surreal blue. In Curacao one eats to avoid hassles with stern customs men who search for gut filled drug-runners. From here starboard seats give views to ragged coastal mountains and Venezuela. As a soft twilight falls, velveteen darkness closes in and we cross the coastline of South America. Now, not even one dim light glimmers below us to send a reassuring sign of fellow human habitation and we disappear into the unrelenting Amazon night.
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