Amazon Adventure Cut Short

(If anyone is wondering I’m practicing.)

Traveling to South America was the worst idea I had ever had.

Being young and naïve I had a very healthy sense of adventure and could not accept no for an answer so when a friend of mine challenged me to survive alone in an unfamiliar country I jumped at the opportunity to prove him wrong. Packing light I caught the earliest flight out I set out on my next venture. Landing on a dirt airfield was the beginning of my thrills that day as I started to maneuver around the city I noticed the tension in people’s faces as I made purchases from the local vendors, thinking that it was because I was a foreigner I brushed it aside and continued as planned. The city that I chose to “explore” was situated at the mouth of the Amazon River giving it that exotic experience that I was looking for. There were many boats docked at the harbor so on a whim I decided to go for a ride. Little did I know that, that would be the unwise mistake that would end my trip. Paying a rugged looking local to show me the “scenes”, I hopped on the boat without another care. It stated out wonderfully the boatman was eager to communicate and talked very much even though I could not understand a single word. He kept on pointing in all directions and seemed to be explaining something; I nodded back pretending to understand because I was too busy taking in all that I was seeing. The dense green foliage covered almost all the nearby banks and one could see very little of what was beyond that. Only the sounds was insects and birds were heard even they did not leave the safety of the jungle. Just then I spied a curved tree that we could tie our boat to, I begged the boatman to stop, and he reluctantly agreed. Pulling myself onto the shore, I began to adjust to the humid climate. Walking a little way in I discovered a concealed hut that seemed to be abandoned stepping inside only into realize that a very large man was hidden in the corner. Feting myself in his home, I greeted him only getting an infuriated look in return. Continuing my salutations only seemed to antagonize him even more, at that point, he started to shout and I began get uneasy. By the time, he had pulled out a machete I was already panicking. Raising my hands in front of my chest, I began to back a way slowly as I reached the entryway I turned around and ran as fast as I could where the boat was. Climbed in without a breath to spare I signaled the boatman to leave this place, before the jungle man catches up with me. Sure enough, a minute later, he showed up and it seemed he bought along a group with him, they seemed very hostile and I did not want to find out why. We quickened our pace and made it off the bank in time. The boatman was very angry and did not speak the entire way back. Feeling that I had  over stayed my welcome, I headed out the next day to the airfield and got the next plane out ending my Amazon adventure. Traveling to places where people are not very fond of foreigners is a bad idea.

Unwelcome Guest Part 2

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Situated on the eastern edge of the Bay of Bengal there lies a cluster of islands known as the Andaman Islands. These islands are home to a civilization known as the Sentinelese tribe.

One of the few isolated people of our time the Sentinels choose to resist outside contact.

There is very little known about these people, there language is unique and there is no way to translate it. Known for their naked bodies and aggressive behavior towards visitors not much information had been collected other than that they are hunters and eat only local vegetation.

Having the chance to visit this Island on my many travels, I have had a firsthand chance to interact with these people. Docking a mile from the island, we used our small boats to reach the sandy shore. Upon landing, we discovered a set of small wall-less huts surrounded by green shrubbery placed very close together more like a family  community.

sentinel_fin_01 Just as we were about to reach them a group of male natives approached us dressed in nothing but a thin loincloth and some tribal decoration they were naked. Wearing forbidding faces, they did not initiate contact but just stood there. Feeling as if it was our duty to begin, we used hand gestures to greet them. This did not work and seemed to irate those gathering around. Soon more natives were approaching and women joined the now mostly male group. They were naked and had only decorative hand and ankle bangles on them. They were all very dark and had very short hair. We did not begin to worry until harpoons appeared at their sides. Without warning the stronger male natives began to shout aggressively, sensing this was the time to leave we slowly backed way to our boats. As we filed into our boats a single harpoon landed only an inch from my leg, I threw myself on the boat, grabbed an oar, and began to pull away. More harpoons landed close to us as we were crossing the waterway that connected us to the Island. Safely on our ship, feelings that this was becoming a reoccurring incident in my travels have led me to assume that people do not delight in traveling guests.