'' Bustenari. Here is the blackness of desolation, relieved only by scattered wooden huts covering the Wells. You plod for hours through foul/smelling, glutinous clay, which spoils, your boots and saturates you with a stench of petroleum for many days. But you learn much about a wonderful work, which has been rapidly developed from primitive efforts Up to 1850 the produce only served for cleaning the wheels of peasants carts.Foreign companies were started in 1870, and met with disaster in every case but one. Now, however there is ample evidence of prosperity and light railways convey the oil to the coast in special tanks.''