By Richard Bangs

 

John Yost and I had a big idea, but small wallets…just a few hundred dollars between us. So, we figured we needed sponsors, as we had a vague notion that the  great expeditions, like Hillary’s on Everest, or Heyerdahl’s across oceans, had sponsors.

I knew there would be a lot of bugs where we were going, and that some perhaps were unclassified, so that gave me an idea. I called the Smithsonian Institute’s department of Entomology and asked if they might be interested in a sponsorship in exchange for collecting bugs. They thought it an interesting idea, and suggested I come in for a meet.

This put the pressure on for a name. I felt we couldn’t present ourselves to potential sponsors without a proper name, and after some deliberation I came up with one I thought quite clever. I had recently seen the Thor Heyerdahl documentary on “The Ra Expedition,” his attempt to cross the Atlantic from Africa on a papyrus reed boat (“Ra” was the ancient Egyptian sun god).  So, I figured we would be the R.A.W. Expedition. It would be an acronym: Reconnaissance of African Waterways; it would be a play on Heyerdah’s high-profile expedition; it was a celebration of the times (streaking was a rage, as was nude rafting); and it evoked the state of our enterprise, lean, crude, raw.

But when I wound my way through the inner corridors of the Smithsonian,  found myself facing a line of white lab coats, and announced I was with the R.A.W. Expedition, I was met with blank stares. The most senior of the researchers, Dr. Spangler,  put his arm across my shoulder and walked me to a corner. There he gave me some advice: Lose the name. If we wanted the Smithsonian, or any prestigious organization to be involved, we needed a more earnest name.

So, I spent the next several days at the Library of Congress, poring over books describing the many ways we could die while rafting in Ethiopia, and thinking about a name. I learned there were a raft of nasty obstacles that might do damage. The rapids were certainly a given…they were likely big, and dangerous. But then there were hippos,  second largest land mammals after elephants, and infamous for turning over boats and snapping occupants in two. The wild buffalo in the region had a reputation for charging unprovoked. I read about puffadders, black mambas and spitting cobras, and about legendary 20’ pythons that capsized canoes. And there were a score of documented exotic tropical diseases, from Onchocerciasis (River Blindness) to Elephantiasis; from Tripanisomasis (Sleeping Sickness) to Trichurus (whipworm); from yaws to several fatal forms of malaria. There were the local peoples, some with fierce reputations. The Blue Nile, the only river previously run in Ethiopia, had taken a toll of victims who fell prey to the ruthless shiftas, the roaming bands of bandits who ruled the outback. In 1962 a Swiss-French canoeing expedition was attacked in the middle of the night. Four of the party escaped in a single canoe under a hail of gunfire, while the rest lay dead in the campsite. And during the 1968 British Blue Nile expedition there was a similar shifta attack, but the expedition escaped without serious injury.

But the one danger repeated over and over, in print and voice, underlined and accented, was the risk of death by crocodile attack. The ancient Greeks called it kroko-drilo, “pebble-worm”–a scaly thing that shuffled and lurked in low places. The most deadly existing reptile, the man-eating Nile crocodile has always been on the  “man’s worst enemies” list. It evolved 170 million years ago from the primordial soup as an efficient killing machine. More people are killed and eaten by crocodiles each year in Africa than by all other animals combined. Their instinct is predation, to kill any meat that floats their way, be it fish, hippo, antelope or human. To crocs, we were just part of the food chain. Crocodile hunters, upon cutting open stomachs of their prey, often discovered bracelets and bits of jewelry and human remains. Huge, ravening predators, armed with massive, teeth-studded jaws, strong, unrestrainable, indestructible and destructive, crocodiles, if given the chance, eat people. It’s their nature. The river is their turf, and we would be trespassing. I found myself in cold sweat nightmares imagining the yellow chisel-sharp teeth of a giant croc ripping my skin apart. This would be the most awful way to die. But I thought about the alternative…law or graduate school leading to a real job… and facing crocodiles seemed the delightful evil of two lessors.

I read as much as I could find about crocodiles that month, though I quickly discovered not many people had ever navigated whitewater in Africa, and of the few who had, and survived, less than a handful left reliable accounts of their experiences with crocs. I discovered there were two major schools of thought about how to cope while floating a crocodile infested river: 1) Be as noisy as possible when passing through a crocodile pool to scare them off. 2) Be as silent as possible when passing through a croc-infested area so as not to attract attention. The rationale for the latter method was that since crocodiles have fixed-focused eyesight–meaning they can only see things clearly at one specific distance–a noiseless boat floating past at the proper distance could probably go unnoticed. One expert at the National Zoo even warned not to laugh in a certain manner, as it resembled the sound of an infant croc in trouble, and the noise would alert all larger crocs with hearing distance to rush to rescue. He demonstrated the laugh, and it sounded eerily like John Yost’s high-pitched nervous laugh, so I silently vowed to keep topics serious if sharing a raft with John.

Another account was graphically presented in the book, Eyelids of Morning, the mingled destinies of crocodiles and men, by Alistair Graham, and photographed by Peter Beard. It told of a Peace Corps volunteer, Bill Olsen, 25, a recent graduate of Cornell, who decided to take a swim on Ethiopia’s Baro River, one of my targets, against the advice of locals.  He swam to a sandbar on the far side of the muddy river, and sat there his feet on a submerged rock. He was leaning into the current to keep his balance, a rippled vee of water trailing behind him, his arms folded across his chest as he was staring ahead lost in thought. A few minutes later his friends saw that Bill had vanished without trace or sound. A few more minutes later a big croc surfaced with a large, white, partially submerged object in its jaws, whose identity was in no doubt. The next morning a hunter on safari, a Colonel Dow, sneaked up on the croc, shot it, and then dragged the carcass to the beach. He cut it open, and inside found Bill Olsen’s legs, intact from the knees down, still joined together at the pelvis. His head, crushed into small chunks, was a barely recognizable mass of hair and flesh.  A black and white photo of Bill’s twisted, bloody legs dumped in a torn cardboard box drilled into my paraconsciousness, and for days I would shut my eyes and shiver at the image.

In the end, I was not comforted by what I learned in my research—if anything, I was a good deal more afraid.

It was while casting about for a name that a thin book in the Library of Congress on the gods and goddesses of ancient Egypt wrought inspiration. There was Ra, the sun god, but that had been taken. There was Hesamut, the hippo goddess depicted in the act of demolishing a crocodile. But Hesamut Expeditions didn’t resonate. One chapter spoke of the crocodile god Sobek, worshipped along the middle Nile. A temple was built to the deity on the island of Kom Ombo between Aswan and Luxor,  where mothers of children eaten by crocodiles felt privileged to have provided something for Sobek’s delectation. And there were sacrificial pools on another island called Crocodilopolis. The story went that once upon a time Menes, first king of all the Egyptians, was set upon by his own dogs while out hunting. In his flight he came to the Nile, where lay a large croc baking in the sun. The croc, rapidly sizing up the situation, offered to ferry the desperate king across the river. With all saurian ceremony, Menes was sculled over to found the city of Crocodilopolis, about 3,000 years B.C. Hencefore, it was believed  that if Sobek were appeased, he would allow the fragile papyrus boats used to ply the Nile to remain unharmed. About 300 B.C., when the army of Perdiccas was crossing the Nile at Memphis, it forgot to pay Sobek homage, and 1000 soldiers were killed and eaten. Naming our enterprise after a deity that would protect boats from sharp-toothed serpents seemed like a good idea to me, so “Sobek” we became.

And with my return visit to the Smithsonian, I announced our name, and it seemed fine to the insect men. Dr. Spangler said they would officially sponsor our little expedition. This was quite exciting news, and I asked exactly what that meant, dollarwise.

“Nothing,” was the reply. It meant the Institute would supply us with a load of bulky and delicate insect collecting gear, for which we would be responsible. It meant if I found some new genus of bug they might name it after me. And it meant we could use the good Smithsonian name in soliciting from more commercial concerns. But it didn’t mean money. Nonetheless, Sobek it would be.

 

Richard Bangs
 
 
A LIST OF SOBEK FIRST DESCENTS

 

AFRICA
Zambezi River, Zambia/Zimbabwe
Gabba-Birbir-Baro system, Ethiopia
Awash River, Ethiopia
Omo River, Ethiopia
Blue Nile, whitewater section
Mahajamba, Madagascar
Betsiboka, Madagascar
Kunene, Angola/Namibia
Tana, Kenya
Kilombero, Tanzania
Ruaha, Tanzania
Luangwa, Zambia
Shira, Malawi
Kafue, Zambia

ASIA
Euphrates, Turkey
Coruh, Turkey
Great Bend of the Yangtze, China
Indus, Pakistan
Alas, Sumatra
Ayung, Bali
Sala Sadang, Sulawesi
Yarkand, China
Hunza-Gilgit, Pakistan
Zaskar, India
Kayan, Borneo
Boh, Borneo
Dar Jung Guo, China
Biritingi, Sumatra
Kunar, Pakistan
Swat, Pakistan
Ghizar, Pakistan
Tons, India
Yamuna, India

EUROPE
Reisa Elva, Norway
Alta Elva, Norway/Finland

NORTH AMERICA
Upper Youghogheny, Pennsylvania
Tatshenshini, Yukon/Alaska
New Gorge, West Virginia
Kennicott/Nizina/Chitina, Alaska
Kongakut, Alaska
Hulahula, Alaska
Canning, Alaska
Tsirku, Alaska
Tkobe, Alaska
Chilkat, Alaska
Six-Mile, Alaska
Eau Claire, Quebec

OCEANIA
Bulolo-Watut-Markham system, Papua New Guinea (PNG)
Tsau-Jimi-Yuat system, PNG
Wahgi-Tua system, PNG
Motu, New Zealand (NZ)
Mohaka, NZ
Clarence, NZ
Hast, NZ
Tasman, NZ

SOUTH AMERICA/CARIBBEAN
Manso, Argentina/Chile
Bio-Bio, Chile
Roosevelt, Brazil
Baker, Chile
Toa, Cuba
Quijos, Ecuador
Aguarico, Ecuador
Sereno, Chile
Apurimac, Peru
Tambopata, Peru