Once arrived at the charming village of Belaga we met Daniel (who runs nearly all things tourist in these parts) and signed up for a "package". Before long we were heading up-river, past the hunting men who had killed an anteater and wild boar, and were swimming under this waterfall. Nice.
That night we were bundled off to stay in one of these famous "tribal longhouses" which seemed very exciting on the face of it.However it was rather modern and not on stilts (if very basic )and thus a bit disappointing.The tribal people were very nice though -the teenagers were texting - nothing new there..... and the little ones were v.cute! (see below) The grandad tried to wear the Arsenal shirt I had brought as a gift with pride but it was very hot indeed! Though actually he may have preferd the rice wine that we left behind in Belaga by mistake -doh ! He let me play the nameless 4-stringed instrument (below) that he had made himself. We didn't sleep very well and were glad to get back to Belaga and a hotel room!
We met the monkey below the next day while on our way to another village - it was the cutest thing EVER and made all our hearts melt. It was orphaned and its mummy was now a human, whose leg it has hold of here!
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