Sorry People, I misspelled it - should have Caripito - it's up the San Juan River in Venezuela. The old boy went there in the 1950's to load lignum vitae logs for Lee Enfield to make rifle butts with in England. And, my mother corrected me, he got the tattoo in Caracas apparently. But, try a trip to Caripito. Dad was up on deck whilst they were loading logs and a blue-bottle type fly, the size of his thumb, landed on his arm and scared the hell out of him. The the ship was crawling with spiders and other jungle terrible insects all the way home. He stayed in the engine room with his steam and diesel things. Much safer.
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