In Trouble Again: a Journey Between the Orinoco and the Amazon
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While reading, you got a lot of sympathy for Redmond. His patience, curiosity, the fashion he acts and accepts the things he's got to deal with. But for the most of his writing with much detail and peculiarly a lot of humour.
All environments are described very well, dialogue's and his travel-partners, the wildlife, tribes and their habits and the danger of information technology all.
I really loved this volume considering O'Hanlon describes his journeying with so much detail, you get the delusion yous are at the Amazon yourself.While reading, yous got a lot of sympathy for Redmond. His patience, curiosity, the manner he acts and accepts the things he's got to deal with. Simply for the nigh of his writing with much detail and especially a lot of humor.
All environments are described very well, dialogue'southward and his travel-partners, the wildlife, tribes and their habits and the danger of it all.
Often you call back O'Hanlon won't survive the book. A real adventure.
A very special read-feel and very instructive as well.
It was Read in Dutch. Interesting information in the second one-half nearly the Yanomomi tribe of indians in the Venezuelan rain-woods. The outset function, about the journey itself, drags by the middle of the book, and there was too much about the birds which would take been better illustrated with coloured illustrations or photos. What happened to all the photos Simon and Redmond took? There is a beautifully-illustrated account of a more recent expedition online: http://www.jandungel.com/en/books/po_...
It was also interesting to note that the Yanomami(who from the Western perspective are a "stone-age tribe" and own nearly cipher, living a subsistence lifestyle), compassion O'Hanlon, who is clumsy, unskilled and childlike. The Yanomami treat him equally a kid, echoing and reflecting the colonialist view of and then-called archaic peoples.
Nederlands:
Gelezen in het kader van de 'vi Continents, 6 Countries, 6 Books Challenge'.
Op de één of andere manier had ik het idee dat Redmond O'Hanlon bekend was omdat hij grappig was, en daar was ik een beetje bang voor, want ik wilde mijn schaarse boeken over Zuid-Amerika niet verspillen aan flauwe grapjes. Onder het lezen heb ik af en toe iets opgevangen over O'Hanlon, en ging op zoek naar reviews. Een aantal mensen zijn afgehaakt omdat het "te grof" was, maar gezien de ontberingen van de reis, heeft hij zich waarschijnlijk goed ingehouden. Anderen waren wel te spreken over zijn humor. Ik heb het zeker niet te grof gevonden, maar zo grappig was het ook weer niet. Wat het wel was, was een verhaal over een lange en moeilijke reis over de rivieren en moerassen van Venezuaela, met een aantal merkwaardige reisgenoten. Doel is exploratie en kennis te maken met de Yanomami-indianen, door een andere antropoloog getypeerd als 'het woeste volk' - iedereen is bang voor hun. Geleidelijk aan leer je alle mensen kennen met hun eigenaardigheden:
- Simon, de Engelse casino-eigenaar, die als fotograaf meegaat, alleen maar zeurt, weigert hetzelfde te eten als de rest, weigert om een foto te maken als het er echt op aankomt, en uitendelijk vroeg teruggaat;
- Juan, de boekengeleerde Colombiaan, dice doet zich voor als expert, maar wil liever de Yanomani niet ontmoeten, en ziet de hele expeditie als verloren zaak;
- Chimo, zelf indiaan (maar geen Yanomami) en gids, met zijn grote buik en veel praktische kennis;
- Valentine en Pablo, indianen die meegaan om te helpen;
- Culimacaré, indiaan met een extra duim dice overal meedoet.
Tot het middel van het boek, gaat het verhaal langzaam, en op een gegeven moment wordt het saai, en de klachten van Simon worden vervelend. Nadat hij vertrokken is, gaat de expeditie verder, en op een dag ontmoeten ze eindelijk een ge-isoleerde familie Yanomami, met de vader Jarivanau. Iedereen slaat doodsangsten uit, maar gelukkig valt het allemaal mee. En dan moeten ze hem proberen te overtuigen verder als gids met hun mee te reizen, om op zoek te gaan naar meer Yanomami.
Het laaste stuk van het boek is het meest interessant, met informatie over de levenswijze van de mensen, hun geloofssysteem, mythes en gewoonten. Wat ik erg mis in dit boek zijn goede foto'due south en een betere kaart. O'Hanlon is erg ge-interesseerd in de vogels, en beschrijft ze allemaal met hun roep en uiterlijk. Ik had graag ook een plaatje met alle vogels willen hebben (met name omdat ik de nederlandse namen niet ken). Hier is een heel mooi boek van een recentere expeditie met prachtige foto'south en plaatjes: http://www.jandungel.com/en/books/po_...
Ik vermoed dat O'Hanlon meer "colourful language" in het oorspronklijke Engelse tekst gebruikte, en dat mis ik in de vertaling. In z'n geheel was dit een interessant boek met veel informatie, maar het maakt dat ik meer wil lezen over de Yanomani-indianen, en dat heb ik gisteren ook gedaan. Blijkbaar wordt hun leven nu meer onder druk gezet, door illegale goudmijners, de ziekten die ze brachten, milieu-vervuiling, en sinds 2000 is er ook kritiek op antropologen zoals Chagnon die, zoals nu beweerd, gebruikte de Yanomami om op te experimenteren. Misschien in O'Hanlons boek dus één van de laatste waar de mensen nog op hun oorspronkelijke levenswijze geobserveerd werden. In ieder geval, heel interessant.
NB. Misschien wil Paperfish dit lezen?
The journeying sounded quite harrowing and Simon who was a scrap of comic relief left relativel
The book is probably meliorate than a three, just I have a weak breadbasket and in that location are some icky things in the jungles of Southward America not to mention lots of snakes. I give a lot of credit to the auhtor for what he did. He boated down some rivers in the Amazon basin looking for the Yanomami Indians. He set up off with his friend from London, Simon, and South Americans who worked on expeditions in that area.The journeying sounded quite harrowing and Simon who was a bit of comic relief left relatively early. Redmond O'Hanlon actually immersed himself in the culture eating Fear Factor type meals and bonding with an outcast Yanomami even doing Yoppo, the local drug with him. When he finally reaches some real Yanomami Indians I was nervous for him and his South American cohorts. The Yanomami are a dangerous agglomeration, and they don't like those who don't follow their customs.
I do wish that I was a bit more up on birds. I don't really know plenty to match their whistles and calls with their species and bluntly I am not a morning person and that is when they are at their virtually active and it rather annoys me. Just I practise retrieve he stumbled upon some birds that are uncommon and to a bird lover that would be actually quite thrilling.
...moreA hilarious and fascinating business relationship of an englishman'due south journey through the jungles of Venezuela in the 1980'south with a crew of brilliant characters to meet a tribe of Indians known for their ferocity and violence towards each other and outsiders. things you can await: tapir groin ticks, clash of cultures, funny dialog and weird foods.
great travel read. I constitute this volume in a Guatemalan eco-hotel in the jungle and it couldn't have been more appropriate.
A hilarious and fascinating account of an englishman's journey through the jungles of Venezuela in the 1980's with a crew of bright characters to see a tribe of Indians known for their ferocity and violence towards each other and outsiders. things you can expect: tapir groin ticks, clash of cultures, funny dialog and weird foods.
great travel read. ...more
However, the constant humidity, mold creeping into everything O'Hanlon and his group owned, the innumerable hornet/wasp stings, the ant bites, the fungal infections, the crotch-rot, the ever present wet clothing, and any number of other parasitic encounters did not make for a great advertizement of the region. Never heed the utterly disgusting assortment of things he had to chase and eat (cayman, tapir, piranhas, turtles, spider monkeys!). I similar to recall of myself besides traveled but I think I would rather starve then eat a monkey'due south brain or a cayman'southward tail. Or I'd take to pack virtually 10,000 protein bars because this was a four-month journey in total. That existence said, the portion I loved the most was O'Hanlon's friend Simon whom he convinced to go on this journey who was nothing short of comedic genius due to his utter disgust at the whole event. He lived on cans of Spam, complained about about everything and ultimately had to bale half-way thru because he was desperate for clean clothes, reasonable food, and a nighttime complimentary of mosquitos and other critters. His presence was sorely missed in the latter one-half of the book.
Overall, this is probably a well-written and quite accurate account of traveling in the Amazon region of Venezuela that clearly conveys the writer's enthusiasm and cultural interest for the area. It just ended upwardly not being the volume I idea it would be from the jacket clarification.
...moreNevertheless, I accept no want to go on the journey through the Amazon jungle during the rainy flavor that the author describes. It's filled with inconveniences for the typical westerner. There are hornets that sting, anacondas waiting in the h2o to strangle, and Assassin bugs:
"...I felt the lightest of tickles on my neck. I put my right hand upwardly to brush off the mosquito -- and withdrew information technology, fast. I had caught something in my fingers. It was a bug, almost an inch long, kick its long thin legs almost. It was an Assassin bug, black and ruddy with yellow lines down its wing cases. It was Rodnius prolixus, the carrier of Chagas' illness, with a stout injecting apparatus where its olfactory organ should have been. I eased my notebook out of my left-hand trouser-pocket and clapped it inside, pressing information technology shut. I stood up, felt faint, and sat downwardly again." (p.217)
Both foot, but more importantly, crotch-rot that thrive in the ever-moist Amazonian basin and, if left untreated, fire and arrive about impossible to walk, or possibly, it simply turns your dick green:
"Early next morn, in the dark, I crept out behind our hut to the yucca plantation for a shit; flicking on my torch, I did my usual brief erogenous zone-check -- and and so I looked once more. In the common cold dawn, the secret nightmare had finally clasped me: the Great Fearfulness had come to stay. My penis had turned green. To touch it felt like a hanging cluster of grapes. Bloated tapir ticks, as big equally the peak of a thumb, were feeding all downwards its stem." (p.125)
In that location'south likewise the very real possibility of getting lost in the rainy season when the waters are then loftier it's difficult to make out one river from the next every bit happens for Raymon and his coiffure (p.113).
And when you lot get lost, things take longer than expected and you run out of nutrient and as information technology's the rainy season and nutrient is less scarce to scavenge and hunt, you terminate up eating monkeys:
"When you lot shoot a monkey and it falls to the ground with a wound and you lot go to hit information technology with a stick -- it covers its head with its easily." (p.191)
So why does Raymon exercise information technology? To witness flashing moments of intense beauty: To see "...clouds of tiny butterflies with bright xanthous, black-margined wings fluttering about our feet" (p.106) at the tops of boulders over-looking the Amazon jungle. To see the hoatzin with their "... cherry eyes and bluish faces, a crest of spiky feathers standing up from their skulls ... hurl[ing] themselves away at the next tree, crashing into the leaves and branches without restraint, all feathers spread." (p.162). To discover manioc, "... a sebuean. It is not possible to imagine how the Indians made the discovery of manioc. The root of 1 of the species of yucca they use is poisonous. It is total of cyanide. It kills you -- in order to eat it you lot must soak it and peel it and grind it and mix it with water. You then take that (he pointed to a long, tightly woven, tapering cylinder of wicker-piece of work with loops top and bottom, which was hanging on a peg) put in the wet, ground yucca root, push one pole through the elevation loop and into the top positions on the 2 posts, threat the other through the lesser loop and into a hole one finish and a notch the other, and then, with all your strength, button downward from notch to notch, squeezing out the poisonous substance. It drips from the basket into a bowl and y'all must throw the contents of that bowl well away, where the chickens and the dogs cannot drink it... You then take the pulp from the basket and roast information technology, to bulldoze off the remaining toxicant." (pp.127-8) And most importantly to meet the Yanomami, a most trigger-happy people, who besides plow out to be kind and empathetic besides.
While they practice glorified, ritualistic boxing betwixt themselves and with other tribes (audio familiar?) and habiliment their war-wounds like a prize, and fight for the few women they accept considering they devalue the female ("At that place are never plenty women among the Yanomami; if your first infant is a daughter-baby you must put a stick beyond her pharynx and stand up on it: you lot can not have a girl-baby until you have had a male child-baby. There is not enough nutrient. There is not enough food and there are non plenty women. The soil is very poor. Game is difficult to find. The woods is a fell place." p.175), they are besides human and they also take pride and hearts and tears and dear and pain and understanding and when Raymon realizes, in his hour of departure, which is a desperate thing because they are going on foot, that the Yanomami are coming with him and are not going to kill him, every bit he had always been secretly expecting, he "whooped similar a Yanomami. They were coming with us... In reply the adult female walked over to my sift, lifted up her caput as if her load was of no consequence, looked up at me, smiled, opened her oral cavity and flicked her natural language between her teeth." (p.236)
I volition end this with a fantastic description of a Yanomami photo shoot:
"I took out the Polaroid camera and the terminal of the film. The hunters ran to their dwellings and fetched their bows, or, in one case, the customs axe in the right hand and a Greyness-winged trumpeter held against his chest with the left. A particularly aggressive beau, wearing a monkey-tail headband speckled with King vulture downwards and with a ball of monkey fur hanging down his dorsum from a string circular his neck, demanded that I take his picture first. He posed with his bow drawn, his untipped arrow pointing at the sky. The rest followed suit. I took all their portraits with the Polaroid and Juan photographed them with the Nikonos. Everyone was happy." (p.234)
...moreI loved the descriptions of the birds and animals; I spent a lot of time looking them up online to become a amend idea of what the characters were experiencing.
...moreHowever, I was puzzled and disappointed past the lack of photos in the book. Especially since photography was an important a I institute this volume to exist fascinating in more ways than 1. For example, the author's joy at every new discovery in spite of the many physical hardships, his amusing sidekick, Simon, and his handling of so many awkward moments that arose between his companions. I institute it immensely pleasurable to reach for my IPhone to come across photos of the many species that I had never heard of.
All the same, I was puzzled and disappointed by the lack of photos in the volume. Particularly since photography was an important aspect of this journey. I as well was saddened by the fact that Simon was not mentioned at the end of the volume. He was such a bright grapheme
that I was dying to know about his trip home etc. ...more
The title aptly describes the activeness. If you read O'Hanlon's Into
I wouldn't travel with Redmond O'Hanlon personally, although I'thou quite happy to be a vicarious companion. And judging from O'Hanlon'south opener here–where he tries to find someone to accompany him in his latest foray–it seem that my stance is shared by O'Hanlon's friends. Except for one–who is shown to be under a mistaken impression about what a jaunt down the Amazon is similar, not to mention having Redmond O'Hanlon planning the trip.The title aptly describes the action. If y'all read O'Hanlon's Into the Heart of Kalimantan, this volume follows without nary a intermission. While it doesn't have quite the originality of the starting time book, it doesn't fail to fulfill the promise of that book either. O'Hanlon'southward a little scrap wiser, merely nevertheless every bit trusting and stubborn. He presses on in circumstances where most would have turned around–things like the fiercest tribe of natives in the globe, torrential rainfall (not to be trifled with, especially on a river), and rapids in which he is dumped and unable to escape until a mile or so down river.
The best thing about O'Hanlon–although the amazing trips he takes are worthwhile in and of themselves–is the companions that he does manage to take. I'm not talking about the physical companions, who do provide humorous interludes, just the ones that are to be found in the books–the explorers who have traveled this road earlier. Rather than merely supplying a bibliography, O'Hanlon uses them to comment his own trip. An adventurer and a scholar, O'Hanlon's one of the best.
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