I was working in south america some years back. We would encounter indigenous indians almost daily where we were mining.
They would come out of the jungle and ask for a lift into town especially when they learned of our travel habits. They always had unusual food to give us and I always enjoyed these jungle folks.
Their hand made packs always smelled of campfire. They usually had a singed monkey or a bird or two.
They were always friendly and occasionally would have a Diamond or a bit of gold that they wanted to sell to me. I always learned a little bit of jungle lore from these people while they hung around our camp waiting for a ride. What a fabulous experience.
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