 Mistake, mistake, mistake – How could I have made such a stupid
 mistake. At our late lunch stop I had changed from boots to
 sandals, strong sandals, the problem was not with the footwear but
 with my brain which seemed to have gone into non thinking mode as
 the day started to turn to twilight. We had been walking fast,
 through thick rain forest and crossing and re-crossing rivers or
 maybe even the same river. The last few Kilometres of the twenty
 seven from our jump into the jungle to the 'Yawanawa'
 village, our guides had decided to make what was a two day trek
 into one. Why? I have no idea, unless it was too see how we would
 make out. My legs felt like lead pillars as I walked in the river
 my sandals acting like buckets holding my down feet, like walking
 in treacle, my heart pounded loudly with each stride as I tried to
 keep up with 'Yawanawa' Indian ahead, who was starting to
 disappear in the dusk. The tribe had warned us that the rain forest
 was very dangerous at night and they would always be back in the
 village by nightfall! Just as I thought I could go no further and
 dusk started to turn to darkness, I saw a figure on the shore about
 a hundred metres away waving me on. I staggered up to Adam Baines,
 for that's who it was, as he said “Well done Tony we have
 made it” and we shook hands. Months of politicking in the
 urban jungle, then many adventures on the way to our final
 destination, the 'Yawanawa' village of Novo Esperanca – At
 last we had arrived or nearly, the last hurdle or just about the
 last straw, was about seventy steps cut in to the steep river bank
 leading up to the village.
 Mistake, mistake, mistake – How could I have made such a stupid
 mistake. At our late lunch stop I had changed from boots to
 sandals, strong sandals, the problem was not with the footwear but
 with my brain which seemed to have gone into non thinking mode as
 the day started to turn to twilight. We had been walking fast,
 through thick rain forest and crossing and re-crossing rivers or
 maybe even the same river. The last few Kilometres of the twenty
 seven from our jump into the jungle to the 'Yawanawa'
 village, our guides had decided to make what was a two day trek
 into one. Why? I have no idea, unless it was too see how we would
 make out. My legs felt like lead pillars as I walked in the river
 my sandals acting like buckets holding my down feet, like walking
 in treacle, my heart pounded loudly with each stride as I tried to
 keep up with 'Yawanawa' Indian ahead, who was starting to
 disappear in the dusk. The tribe had warned us that the rain forest
 was very dangerous at night and they would always be back in the
 village by nightfall! Just as I thought I could go no further and
 dusk started to turn to darkness, I saw a figure on the shore about
 a hundred metres away waving me on. I staggered up to Adam Baines,
 for that's who it was, as he said “Well done Tony we have
 made it” and we shook hands. Months of politicking in the
 urban jungle, then many adventures on the way to our final
 destination, the 'Yawanawa' village of Novo Esperanca – At
 last we had arrived or nearly, the last hurdle or just about the
 last straw, was about seventy steps cut in to the steep river bank
 leading up to the village.
 
 The 'Yawanawa' were early risers, the queue for the
 bathroom or in this case the river started at 0415 hours for the
 women and then the men from about 0445 hours. Breakfast consisted
 of something from the day before, usually highly salted and
 difficult to keep down as the sun started to kiss the village roofs
 of the 'Yawanawa'.
 The 'Yawanawa' were early risers, the queue for the
 bathroom or in this case the river started at 0415 hours for the
 women and then the men from about 0445 hours. Breakfast consisted
 of something from the day before, usually highly salted and
 difficult to keep down as the sun started to kiss the village roofs
 of the 'Yawanawa'.
 Adam and I stayed in the village main
 hut, a sort of Pub with no beer or village hall, were the tribe met
 either to eat with the chief or discus tribal policies or problems.
 This hut had one large interior room with a double bed and a
 hammock, I had the hammock after a discussion that I'm not sure
 if I won or lost!? There was also a kitchen, or should I say a
 small room that contained a medium size gas bottled refrigerator,
 used if any medicine had been air dropped to the tribe and needed
 to be kept cold and a large jug of water with a tin bowl. We had a
 special treat one night, when the chief switched the fridge on for
 a couple of hours and we had a mug of cold water that tasted as
 good as any cold beer I have ever tasted.
 We had a
 special treat one night, when the chief switched the fridge on for
 a couple of hours and we had a mug of cold water that tasted as
 good as any cold beer I have ever tasted.
 
 These Indigenous people had five different ways of sustaining
 themselves,' in the depth of this green paradise.
 These Indigenous people had five different ways of sustaining
 themselves,' in the depth of this green paradise.
 
 The hunters split the area around the village into seven parts and
 one part was never hunted on for seven years. They hunted and ate,
 monkeys, deer, wild pig, various birds and some things I did not
 want to know the name of. Fruit and fish were also part of their
 main diet. These people were just about to experiment with having
 one field for various vegetables.
 
 The two ways they made some money was with 'Aveda', a
 Canadian firm that bought Uruku off the 'Yawanawa' for the
 making of their expensive and famous make up, sold in top shops
 like 'Harvey Nichols' both here, France and in North
 America. The second way was with tapping the rubber and making it
 into a sort of vegetable leather used in bags of all types and also
 sold in quality shops in the worlds fashionable capitols.
 The two ways they made some money was with 'Aveda', a
 Canadian firm that bought Uruku off the 'Yawanawa' for the
 making of their expensive and famous make up, sold in top shops
 like 'Harvey Nichols' both here, France and in North
 America. The second way was with tapping the rubber and making it
 into a sort of vegetable leather used in bags of all types and also
 sold in quality shops in the worlds fashionable capitols.
 
 The children had half a day of school and half a day of learning
 how to work like their parents, in whatever was their speciality.
 The best hunters or fisherman got the best and most desirable woman
 as wives. I asked why no one seemed to wear glasses or have bad
 hearing? – The answer was simple nobody would marry anyone with
 those problems and therefore they were bred out – Survival of the
 fittest! Adam's words echoed round my brain, “Lucky you
 were born in London Tony”.
The children had half a day of school and half a day of learning
 how to work like their parents, in whatever was their speciality.
 The best hunters or fisherman got the best and most desirable woman
 as wives. I asked why no one seemed to wear glasses or have bad
 hearing? – The answer was simple nobody would marry anyone with
 those problems and therefore they were bred out – Survival of the
 fittest! Adam's words echoed round my brain, “Lucky you
 were born in London Tony”.
 
 The money the village made enabled them to have huts made out of
 planks but in the same traditional design but better fitting than
 the log version.
 The money the village made enabled them to have huts made out of
 planks but in the same traditional design but better fitting than
 the log version.
 
 The tribe lived by some simple rules of the live and let live sort.
 Laziness was a major sin because it let down a people that had to
 pull together to survive. Daime was taken once every six weeks, the
 drug that keeps your head in order, or tidies the files of your
 mind. The last execution had been fifty years ago and everyone in
 the tribe had to watch over the age of twelve. The idea being, that
 when the 'Yawanawa' voted the death sentence, the tribe
 would know the horror of execution and think carefully before
 voting for death.
 
 These people gathered on the large veranda of the main house in the
 evening to eat with the chief, play cards on the only table in the
 village, with a solitary candle lighting the game. Saturday night
 would be dance night and they would dance until dawn of the next
 day. A ghetto blaster run by a car battery, (that had been charged
 by a solar panel), in one of the huts again lit by one candle,
 would explode sound into the night frightening off any sort of
 animal, reptile or even insect far away from the village.
 
 Antonio looked after the canoes and water transport; the tribe
 would have its own specialists just as we do in our world. The
 Chief himself would deal with the outside world business. The
 Marriage with outsiders was not encouraged, The 'Yawanawa'
 did not want Aids to in filter the village and also when a non
 Indian married one of their girls, they tended to take the bride
 out of the tribal area to live.
 Antonio looked after the canoes and water transport; the tribe
 would have its own specialists just as we do in our world. The
 Chief himself would deal with the outside world business. The
 Marriage with outsiders was not encouraged, The 'Yawanawa'
 did not want Aids to in filter the village and also when a non
 Indian married one of their girls, they tended to take the bride
 out of the tribal area to live.
 
 As the time came to leave this green paradise, I thought had it
 been worth all the problems in the urban jungle, difficulties of
 permissions, of hopes being raised and dashed and then raised
 again. The answer of course was a big yes. Staying with
 'Yawanawa' even though for a short time taught me so much
 not just about the tribe but about myself as well. Everything is
 possible, with determination, tenacity, time and a belief in
 yourself, even when others say that your idea is impossibility.