The further down we went the warmer it became, and after a while we were among
semi-tropical vegetation, where numerous little green parrots screeched at our approach, as if
toes and sand flies began to worry us. The rushing of wild waters could be heard, the atmo-
sphere became damp and sticky, and I knew that we were near the bottom. It was already dark
when we arrived at a little place called Limatambo, and we were fortunate in finding a fairly
decent inn, where we were given shelter and food.
AN INDIAN BRIDGE
Made of tough fibre and roots, this Indian bridge is anchored
by weighing its end with heavy rocks.