Blame it on the Hooch

On the last of our days in the Amazon, we set out into the jungle in search of the long lost indigenous tribe of Santa Monica. Actually, we drove an hour and a half down a small dirt road to a village inhabited by about forty people. All related to and/or sired by--the larger percentage of them of the latter group--the Shaman of the village, aptly nicknamed Huevos Locos.



Our to do list for the day:
-Meet the shaman, who was drunk from his homemade grain alcohol (185 proof)
-Drink some of Huevos Locos's hooch (hey, we didn't want to offend him)
-Drink locally made and recently fermented yuka wine
-Eat the big, fat larva of an elephant beettle (not good; not good at all)
-Buy a locally made neclace to "help" the community
-See, for the first time, a cocoa tree
-Pick and peel cocoa fruit
-Analyze and eat a cocoa bean
-Appreciate chocolate made in Switzerland
-Appreciate never having to eat beetle larvae again (hopefully)














































Yeah, go ahead and put a check mark by every item on that list.