Reverse notated fragments of an old sketch of a cinnamon tree.

"The day came at last when we decided to venture upstream on what is one of the most important tributaries of the Amazon River, the Napo River. This tributary is of paramount importance to the movement and trade of the equatorial lands, and the progress of its people since early civilizations in South America. On our raft trip upriver we were able to observe natural treasures of great value to the most important botanical gardens of North America and Europe, not only for their special characteristics in their varieties and forms of all kinds, gifts are given thanks to the diversity offered by tropics. Also for what for science would represent, thanks to botanical and chemical studies of these wonders, in economic terms of course! the development of large metropolises and welfare for their inhabitants."

"Arriving at 570 m. above sea level, we had rowed enough, my assistants, the rowers and at the same time my baggage carriers, were exhausted after days of a tedious journey through the waters of the Napo. In addition, the humidity of the weather could be between 90 and 100%, with a jungle landscape and difficult to navigate. I'm not going to lie to you, what drew me to these lands was the search for the mythological Cinnamon Country!. And, why not, some other richness if on the way I meet El Dorado. I must also confess that the accounts of the Spaniards in the mid 1500's make me believe that this country exists, as well as the riches hidden under its lands and rivers... the only thing that worries me is the people I might meet here... since they say they are a people that never let themselves be completely conquered by religious doctrines.... they must be savages as I see it!

"That cinnamon country is a lie! This land is plagued by dragons and beasts with terrible jaws! No one should come here unless they want to be swallowed by their long necks or crushed by their claws that make the jungle resound with their gait, no one told me about this, I never expected to find these landscapes lost and forotten by the ages... the locals seem to be related to these beasts, they live with them, the monsters play with their children from a young age, they don't mind their presence, they even feed on their flesh, yet these beasts never mess with them... perhaps they.... must be even worse!... I still remember the look on the chief's face when those lizards that serve him destroyed my boat and my property"