S and I were shopping for vintage books recently and he picked up one I didn't really expect. It's called The Rivers Amazon. It's an autobiographical retelling of the author's -- you guessed it -- journey through the Amazon in the 1970s, which of necessity incorporates information about the flora, fauna, geography, and peoples of the region. I don't know much about the story beyond that.
What the bookseller noted about the book was just that it was a small-run publication so near-mint hardcover copies of it are quite hard to find. But now we have one, and it's up next in my march of books across the southern hemisphere.
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