Chapter 27
The following day the young soldier, Comrade Miguel Isaza, with tattoos covering most of his neck and face, expertly guided the Piragua canoe, fitted with a small outboard engine, downstream. On either side of them, the jungle closed in like monstrous green walls, with trees arching over their route visibly shaking as Howler monkeys screeched in their direction.
Miguel explained in Spanish that they should look out for crocodiles, who had been known to tip canoes over when attacking. Both Frank and Nero looked into the dark muddy water with trepidation. Warming to his nature lesson, Miguel also claimed to have seen jaguars on the banks.
Frank and Nero exchanged glances once again, happy not to have encountered any – so far. They weren’t out of the jungle yet, it seemed. Altho
