Chapter 29
Frank and Nero departed from the canoe at Puente America, another riverside village that was just a strip of shacks perched on a muddy bank. Comrade Miguel Isaza helped arrange another boatman for them, before getting himself ready to head upriver. They received a hot meal of crocodile stew from one of the locals as they waited for the boatman to come back from whatever errand he was on. Frank managed to get a look at another map that one of the locals had pinned up on their wall. As far as he understood, they were still deep in FARC territory. There was also the Urabenos, a murderous drug gang that operated in the area. Frank sighed and wiped his hand through thick, greasy hair. They were still cut off from any communications. No one in this cauldron of menace and isolation se
