Redmond is, at heart, a gentle English Public School geek. This account of his river adventures in Venezuela "between the Orinoco and the Amazon" is made witty by his dry English humor. I particularly liked the thin thread of his dreams of being back as a child rowing on the River Avon with his father and discovering natural history there - an unexpected, but fitting, contrast to the overtly perilous and ungentle places he's visiting. He has a habit of checking out of the interpersonal conflict by describing the wildlife (esp. birds). Unlike Tim Flannery (in Throwim Way Leg), this is boringly written, confined mostly to physical descriptions and comparisons with the data in his 19th century guide books. He likes to dramatize, humorously, the danger in the adventure, though I wonder if this isn't really a cover for his lack of understanding of the people around him. I found the conflicts with Simon (his nightclub manager, cockney friend from "civilization") and the other guides most interesting. Also promising were the interactions with the Yanomami, though Redmond is nowhere near as perceptive or penetrating as Flannery is with the Papua New Guinea tribes. I came away from the book feeling that he might have missed the point of the people he was with and the Yanomami, but that he found a gentle, unassuming meaning for himself in the modest framework of his childhood.