The sun was setting and the only place to anchor was at the entrance to a small stream. With anchor down, we jumped into a dinghy to explore the dense jungle the stream penetrated. After a hundred yards or so, we stopped the outboard. Now the fauna slowly recovered from our racket and jungle noises began: bugs, birds, and mystery sounds. We saw colorful parrots and then-by the hundreds-the brilliant scarlet ibis. Then monkeys! Totally quiet, they watched us intently, warily, irritated by our encroachment into their world.The industrial world might as well have been a thousand miles away. The onset of motion at ... It can be stopped at anchor by tying it off, but thata#39;s not practical underway. With a puff of ... Occasionally, I heard the chirp of Harveya#39;s gears as he adjusted course. Nice to know he ... Our shepherd to the Caribbean, Steve Black, and his organization now took over with inspections and lectures. I was persuadedanbsp;...
|Title||:||This Old Man and the Sea|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2006-08|