Travel diary published by a small press, and signed by the author. Very good condition throughout. From the blurb: A long time ago in the course of prehistory, before the Incas and the conquistadores and the Texaco-Gulf consortium, South America, after tearing itself off Africa and heading west, accidentally met the floor of the Pacific Ocean coming round the other way. A great river - accustomed to flowing into the Pacific, now finding its way blocked by a whole string of hissing molten mountains - turned round and wandered back to the Atlantic. And there - where the Andes and the Amazon tributaries meet - is Ecuador. Jungles and volcanoes and vast plains of bananas. About as geographically varied as it's possible to be - and all in a country the size of the British Isles. Not that the British Isles isn't varied. But testing brick walls in Stoke can be pretty boring. Boring enough to fantasize about South America and for your fantasies to be passed from idle tongue to idle tongue alo