My big crocodile
hunt started quite innocently. About a month before flying to Manaus,
I wrote a letter to the only real tour agency in town asking them to
please reserve a boat, canoe, and a tent for camping in the jungle.
When I arrived, nothing had been arranged; indeed, they considered my
request a bit off the wall, especially the part about camping in the
jungle. No visitor did that. So, I just sat in the tour owners
office awhile with nothing else to do, hoping to put a little gentle
pressure on him to come up with some equipment.