Martin arrives in AtalayaDancing with AshaninkasThe Countdown BeginsMartin is SwimmingMartin is HealthyFog, Debris, and WhirlpoolsSupport Boat Sends out SOSReunitedHungry and Alone in the JungleGringo DemonsSoldiers on the BoatMaster of the bushMartin Swims with the DolphinsBrazilian Boat leaves Manaus to meet MartinUltrasound shows Martin in good conditionThe Malaria ZoneMartin’s Super Slim Swim PlanMartin Reaches the Official Start of the AmazonIquitosThe Man in the White MaskThe Yagua TribeEntering ColumbiaGoodbye Peru, Hello BrazilTabatinga, BrazilLeaving TabatingaSnakes on the boat !!!Federal Police, Bugs and Night StormPioneers of the AmazonFire Ant InfestationOpen SoresMartin Hits the Halfway PointDrop Everything and Hurry Down to the RiverGigantic CrocodileThe Call of the JaguarWicked StormFloating InfirmaryPirate AttackO Homem PeixeManacaporu, BrazilViolent Storms and Stomach AmoebasRio Negro Confluence at ManausMartin is StrandedMartin is SafeThe Team Gets a Another ScareNew RecordWhirlpools and a Call for HelpMartin’s friend joins the Expedition50 Days of SwimmingRough Water and an Exhausted SwimmerSantaremA Dire WarningPiranha Infested WatersAlmeirim, Brazil30,000 StrokesGuns for HireNo Man’s LandOne Stroke Over the LineMartin Refuses HospitalizationSwimming at Night on the Amazon?120 KM from the Finish LineNight SwimmingMartin Avoids the Deadly PororocaCrawling HomeAlmost FinishedA New World Record!!!!!!Finally in Belem: April 08, 2007Martin is RecoveringMartin is back on his feet again
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Santo Antonio de Ica, Brazil
All of the rooms along the bottom left floor of the boat, including Martin’s had to be emptied and fumigated, but there are still stragglers making their way around the boat and some of our equipment bags are infested. Most of us have little welts all over our ankles from the tiny little ferocious biters which are more aggressive than their North American cousins and inject a more troublesome poison.
Martin swam another 87 km today, finishing amongst a mob of fans at Santo Antonio de Ica as darkness settled in. Martin slurped his way barefoot through knee deep mud to greet the cheering throng on shore. He was cut off from his boat team amidst the darkness and confusion as a crazed mass led him up a giant hill and into the town square in a scene that resembled the running of the bulls.
>>Matthew Mohlke
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