1983 20 January (continued) Times like hands reach up and pull on my boots. Hot and sweaty by the time we reached the Rio Guasira. From the hill just NW of the rio, we could see a couple of volcanoes in the distance. Sunny w/scattered clouds. Took a nice dip in the river, but Isidro slipped on a boulder and bruised his left shoulder (he's very sure footed and later said this didn't give him a good feeling about the day). This was approx 1000 hrs. Crossed river and headed SE on a trail Cathy & Isidro had been on earlier. Got an Audio limiflours at 570m. Reached Rio Guainito, approx 2020' or 640-660m , at approx 1330. Did some looking about then tried to build a fire. Wood very damp and wouldn't stay lit. Isidro, Eladio, and I were hunched around the circle of coffees; Isidro said something about a vial of alcohol; the next thing I saw was him jump to his feet with his head totally in flames - could see only his black hair, like a halo around the fire. He froze for an instant, turned, staggered, then stumbled in to the river. I jumped up and ran to catch him, fearing he either wasn't getting it out or would fall and be further hurt on the boulders. By the time I grabbed him, flames were out and the air smelled of burned hair and skin. I hugged him and said, "Puedo a ver?" He looked at me, then upstream, and said, "Si, puedo a ver." It turned out he thought there was no fire, just smoking wood, but Eladio