I Could Get Used To This...

Day 18. We woke up, as MOST humans do. Not including Cinderella or one of them... Sleeping Beauty?! Apologies Cinderella...
The walk-trek-hike started with looking at and poking a hunted dead boar that had been killed the night before... possibly by our guides. They were too modest/great/odd to admit it! It was all nicely cut up, and Calvey promptly decided to hold the poor beast's head up! The guides went one step better and stuffed their bags full of leg and spleen... Anyway, we got some speed up, had a well-organised lunch (most likely consisting of crackers or similar crushed-up food) and even overtook another team! Ha! We're much better than them, oh yes, oh yarse! Bastads!
"Leechy McLeech" was the tune of the day! We sung it for hours. Oh thankyou dear Soos for creating that oh so enjoyful song, to the tune of Eleanor Rigby. Time flew... for the first few minutes... then after about ten minutes, when everyone realised it was actually scientifically impossible to get the song out their heads, it got a tad annoying! Argh! "Leechy McLeech..." ... a song we'd get used to, hour after hour! Day after day...
We HAD had to try and have a different band day every day, but the Kinks etc had now been replaced by this mish-mash hapzard Beatles tune of Leechy McLeech!
Aaaaanywya, we were at Long Dano in no time at all (in heinsight only), where we'd spend the next few days in longhouses, living with the tribe! We emerged out the jungle into never-ending pastures new and green, past buffa-ma-los, over slightly newer, less wobbly bridges, until the oasis of Long Dano appeared...
The houses were longhouses, all on stilts, with dirt and scabby dogs under them. They were quite a building feat and all interconnected by walkways... quite stable too!
Leaving our boots to the scabby dogs, and up the stairs, we were warmly welcomed by some un-tribe-looking people, and hastily fed with bananas (littluns) and hot, sugary tea. Whilst sitting on the floor... as this place seems to be lacking a fair bit of furniture! Twas yum yum. Just what the doctor ordered! The main longhouse was huge and dark, with uneven wooden floors. The occasional mat or rug was dotted around the place - normally where we were meant to sit, or where the food was. It was surprisely dark and murky, even in the daylight, seeing as how many doors and windows there were. But the main thing was how authentic it felt. These people really lived like this. Before us, they had only had a couple of other expedition groups to stay with them. So it was culture shock all round!
The rest of the day, today, was spent settling in, relaxing, sweet chilling lazy boy...

Ok, they don't look like tribes-people should, but they act and live like it! All cool beans!

Today's Leech Count: 2 (Total: 3) I got a big fukk-off leech today, which was quikk-er-ly squished by my big pointy walking stikk, covering nearby persons in my blood... apologies all!