Jenna and I woke to smiling little faces staring down at us. Naked children reminding us that we barely had anything on underneath our blanket. But the last thing we wanted to do was offend these gracious people, so while we were among them we’d follow their customs.
Pappy told me the islanders would look at our boat in wonder but would stay clear of it, which is exactly what they did. He said this was actually a good thing. Although we could give them a few items from our outside world we should keep our food supply onboard because they wouldn’t miss what they’d never had, along with the fact that we didn’t know if they’d be allergic to something, with the result possibly being death. The most important thing was to interrupt their primitive ways of being as little as possible. The best way to do this was to go inland with only necessities, which we got down to just one backpack and a tripod. Our plan was to shoot footage on two lightweight HD video cameras then decide later how much if any to share with my colleagues back home. My intentions were not to make a name for myself but rather bring the respect to Pappy’s name that he so deserved.
Thick forest served as great camouflage for protecting the hidden civilization at the center of the island. The rest of the tribe greeted us with the same level of openhearted sincerity when we arrived after the four hour long trek. Their home was truly a natural wonder. It was a towering mountain that had been hollowed out by generations of their ancestors, with hundreds of dwelling units high and low, all connected by paths, stone steps and hanging bridges. Along the interior walls of the mountain was their history, carved, painted and drawn in hieroglyphs, starting from their early beginnings at ground level, with centuries ascending to millennia as our grand tour led us to the top.
Just as Pappy had described in his journal there was a common theme throughout this timeline of rich history. A tribal ritual involving what they saw as their two sources of life. First, a massive waterfall thundering down from their stone dwelling. Water which sustained life. And secondly, the seed which life could not exist without, originating from
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