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 owner’s office awhile with nothing else to do, hoping to put a little gentle pressure on him to come up with some equipment.

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