CHAPTER 5
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THEY HAD FLOWN ON ANOTHER plane to an innominated village, which did not appear on maps, but whose location Rangel knew personally. The site was little more than a hut that served as a hangar, not-too-long dirt landing track, a sort of general store for replenishment, and a group of indigenous miserable huts. After a night stay in a modest hostel annex to the warehouse, the expedition members rose early and headed to a dock on the Javari River, the natural border between Peru and Brazil. In the place already waited for them Francisco, the guide and translator that would accompany them in the rest of the trip, and a dozen of indigenous laborers who would take care of the transport of provisions, the assembly of the camps, and help in the excavations. All of them depende
