Interview / From the Orinoco to the Amazon: the story of a voyage aboard a 10-m sailing boat
In 1989, Jean-François Diné embarked on a 5,000 km voyage through the heart of the Amazon rainforest on a 10 m sailing boat. He became the first pleasure boat to link the Orinoco and Amazon rivers. Meet this extraordinary yachtsman.
Jean-François Diné was the 1st yachtsman to link the Orinoco and Amazon rivers in South America in the 1980s, on a 10-meter sailboat built by his own hands. This impressive navigation involved crossing a series of rapids with his sailboat, crossing the territories of the Yanomami Indians on the borders of the Orinoco River, and getting lost in the labyrinth of sandbanks on the Rio Negro, a tributary of the Amazon. He tells us all about this dangerous and exciting experience.
Why did you decide to take up river navigation, and what specific features of your sailboat do you think made it easier to link the Orinoco and Amazon rivers?
In fact, there was no question of going to Amazonia in the first place. I'd cast off for a round-the-world trip, not to sail up rivers. I had prepared everything for it, I had bought all the maps of the Patagonian canals, the Pacific islands, the Indian Ocean... But my wife - well, my ex-wife - didn't like the sea. I thought she'd get used to it, but no, she never did. As I really didn't want to give up this project, which was an old childhood dream and for which I'd spent five years of my life to get the boat, I thought the solution would be to go up the rivers. We'd been down to the Mediterranean via the Seine, the Saône and the Rhône, and that hadn't scared her. Rivers don't move, the land is on either side, you drop anchor in the evening, and in the morning you've had a good night's sleep, and that suited her just fine. So we started out in West Africa, along the Gambia, Saloum and Casamance rivers, stopping off in villages... Everything was going well. The problem was that she vetoed the Patagonian canals outright. And I really didn't want to end up in a West Indian port after dreaming of a trip to the other side of the world... So, after an extended stopover in French Guiana to replenish the ship's stores, we stopped off on the Maroni River, in the Galibi village of Terre Rouge. The Amerindians are really lovely people. They accept us as we are, and are never judgmental. This stopover lasted several months. Then we headed back north with the idea of spending Carnival in Venezuela. We landed in a small bay not far from the port of Guiria, in the Gulf of Paria. The only way to navigate in those days was by sextant... We made friends with an old fisherman who invited us to his home. A large decorative map of Venezuela lined his wall. A strange detail appeared on this map: a small blue line between the Orinoco River and the Rio Negro, a tributary of the Amazon. The fisherman explained that this was a canal linking the two rivers, but was unable to give any further details. It was then that the idea for this journey was born...
For two weeks, I tried to gather information from the various authorities. But it was all a complete blur. No one could give me any valid information, except that there was an absolutely marvellous region, inhabited by people like no other, a sort of earthly paradise, and that this region was called the Orinoco-Amazon basin... This was the only clue we had as we set off on our adventure... I thought we'd find maps as we went along, but the further back we went, the less we found. In fact, there simply weren't any.
Can you tell us about the towing strategy you employed to avoid the waterfalls at Puerto Acucio and how it affected your progress?
There weren't many solutions. We had to find a fairly solid trailer, lower it deep enough, put the boat on it, pull it out of the water with two tractors, then take the boat to the other side of the rapids. It was two days of total stress. The trailer wheels were sinking into the sand, so we found a second tractor to mount it on the ramp, but the tow rope was rusted and fraying in places. I had to look for wooden wedges to place under the trailer's wheels as it went up, in case it broke.
Crossing Puerto Ayacuche was extremely difficult. The main avenue was lined with old trees whose branches formed a kind of canopy over the road, and we had to cut off any that refused to bend. We then had to pass under hundreds of electric wires, lifting them one by one with a wooden pike pole. One of them was ripped out anyway... The track through the forest was full of holes, and the driver was going much too fast. One of these holes was huge, and almost toppled the trailer and boat over... At one point, one of the national rangers escorting us let off a burst of gunfire into the forest...
The boat returned to the water without too much trouble. The mast was raised using a large branch from a tree overhanging the river.
We spent the night under this tree. The next morning, a snake was found sleeping in a ball on the deck of the boat, under the liferaft I'd had to move because of the mast. A very dangerous species that an Indian had to kill with an oar...
What was it like meeting the Yanomami Indians and discovering this remote Amazon region?
In fact, the village where we stopped was located on the Rio Siapa, a river flowing into the south of the famous natural channel linking the Orinoco and Rio Negro. When the water is high, you can go almost anywhere in this forest. There's depth everywhere; it's truly incredible.
Of course, the Yanomamis had never even seen a sailboat. They didn't even know what an ocean was...
They have no television or anything to connect them to the world as it existed at the time. In fact, they have nothing - well, almost nothing. A hammock, a bow and arrow, a few kitchen utensils, a calabash, that's all.
Most of the time, they're naked. But clearly, they lack nothing. One thing is absolutely undeniable: they're happy! And they're certainly happier than we are, because they're always living in the moment. They don't constantly project themselves into the future, they don't anticipate as we do in our Western societies. When they eat a piece of fruit, they're happy to eat it and that's it. Really, they're happier than we are.
The thing that struck me most was that they don't welcome us, they integrate us directly. It's a very special culture, because you almost feel part of the tribe right away... It's really very pleasant.
You can find many accounts of people who have lived with the Amerindians, and of course they accept you without any problem when you arrive. You arrive, you build your carbet, and you live with them. It's as simple as that. We could have stayed for a very long time if we'd wanted to. They asked us why we didn't build ourselves a carbet like they have.
We were able to see everything that was going on. We got to know everything that interested us. We ate with them, under their carbets; they came on the boat. Every time, the men and women dressed up in beautiful paintings, it was really great.
Two of them spoke a little Spanish, which enabled us to create a sort of Yanomami-French lexicon, very succinct - drinking, eating, sleeping - but which enabled us to understand them and make ourselves understood. This was often accompanied by gestures, and even little drawings, but we were really able to communicate with them and understand a lot.
These are regions off-limits to tourists. At least when you've been there. I don't know what the current situation is. I hope it's still the case, because we really must preserve these incredible cultures... We did manage to get the permits, though. But we were warned that no matter what happened, nobody could intervene. We were shown the grave of a missionary "who'd had bad luck", and told that they could do whatever they wanted, because it was their home.
We stayed for almost two months, during which time the water level dropped considerably. At that point, we had no idea what navigation on the upper Rio Negro was like, so we had to leave, or risk being stranded until the water rose again next year. So we bid farewell to the village, pull up anchor and make for the rio Negro.
How did you tackle the rapids before reaching Santa Isabel, particularly in view of the challenges of the powerful currents and steep gradients on the river?
It was very complicated. Nobody had ever been there before with a boat like that, we didn't even know if it was possible, but we had to go anyway, because the water kept going down. It wasn't even certain that it would rise enough the following year to allow us to return via the other side. As we descended towards the Amazon, the rapids became more numerous and stronger. The water level is already too low. In some places, the river seems blocked by a rocky barrier.
But we have to keep going until we find the pass, because there's always a pass, even if it's not easy to find. These are moments of incredible stress. In places, the water speeds up. Huge eddies form under the hull.
Submerged reefs create huge turbulence in the current. It's like sailing in a gigantic boiling cauldron.