Two leagues south-east of Nueva Barcelona there is a high chain of mountains backing on the Cerro Brigantín known as the Aguas Calientes (Hot Waters). When I felt my health had returned we made an excursion there. This trip ended with an unfortunate accident. Our host had lent us his best saddle horses. We had been warned not to cross the Narigual river on horseback so we crossed on a kind of bridge made of tree trunks; the animals swam across as we held the bridles. Suddenly my horse disappeared and struggled under water. There was no way I could find out what had pulled it under. Our guides guessed that it must have been a cayman, common in this region, that had seized its legs.