Poet Henri Michaux boarded a ship for Ecuador in 1927 as "a man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal." The result is a work of pointed observation and sensual, even hallucinogenic, poetry and prose.
"Coming upon Ecuador today one cannot, except by an act of imagination, appreciate the revolutionary things it was when it was first published, nor the risk that Michaux took in those days." --James Finn, New Republic
"Michaux and Macgowan, both poets, both travelers, make a marvelous pair."
—Donald Richie, author of Tokyo