The Lithuanian observed the incredible daily life of the tribe that lives in the jungle: it is the most disgusting people I have ever seen

On the shore there are wooden houses covered with palm leaves. If you couldn’t hear the sound of a motorboat and your butt didn’t turn into a wooden one, then these 7 hours of swimming would be a real meditative break. You are lying in a boat, the water is rippling, the jungle is changing nearby, birds are flying, the driver is pushing a boat stuck on the shore, the sun is shining … What could be better?

Meditation and relaxation are over, I came to the most disgusting town I have ever seen: Mabula. Wooden houses are built on stilts, under which pigs crawl through the mud. All trails are just mud and mud. Because it rains every day and the local sloths don’t train, they don’t manage – a real pig farm everywhere.

To extract the Korovai (korowai) jungle tribe, the authorities built wooden houses – they assured that the villagers will receive education and medical care. The huts were built by the authorities without taking into account the needs of the tribe, so he had to report to the kitchen, bathroom and other necessary rooms.

When he makes food scraps in the kitchen, he throws pigs through holes in the floor. A similar situation: with the bathroom. I will not elaborate on the number of flies … The village school and the medical point are closed, because there are no teachers, and no one has been to the nurse for a long time, since several people died and the confidence disappeared. The tribes believe that she is prescribing bad drugs and is incompetent.

Orally disgusting both in and out of the house, but I decide to take a walk before dark. The petrified “softie” needs to be trained. I walk some streets, people look friendly, ask for something but don’t understand Children get a little braver. At night I cover my mattress with a net because mosquitoes bite a lot and I go to sleep.

At 12 at night the loud music emanating from outside wakes me up. Some “eagle” played music and played all over town. I lay down for a bit, but realized that I would not fall asleep.

I went to the family where I stayed in the house, but all its members slept. I tried to wake up quietly, but everyone was sleeping soundly. I decided to go to the noise maker myself. I put on rubber boots and half naked I went to another house. The music plays with all the sound, but it is awkward to enter without permission, so I went to the third house because I saw a light there. I made gestures to ask my neighbor to silence the music. The criminal yelled and he turned off the music in discontent. I returned to my house satisfied that I had not been bitten by mosquitoes or squatting, and I went back to bed calmly. After 5 minutes, the tropical rain started. And try to fall asleep when such an amount of water hits the tin roof above your head …

The next day, almost asleep, I embark on a new hike into the jungle. The number of participants in the expedition is growing rapidly.

The main carriers are women. Since men don’t give them money at all, they have to earn their own money. In addition, they must support the children. These are not cared for by the men, so the women must take the young to the jungle with them.

A 4-year-old boy got angry with his mother and, showing discontent, wastes in the mosque and requests to cut off the mother until he sees her. A runaway neighbor manages to take a mosque …

All belongings on the expedition are carried by 10 people, and five more children travel together. One woman even carries three bags on her back. A baby hangs on the top bag, an older child hangs below, and an expedition bag hangs on the bottom. I go with a small backpack. It seems absurd because I could carry it myself, but she is used to walking through the jungle with children and she does it almost every day. Carrying my baby carrier will make me earn three times more a day than going to the woods with the children to drink and carry twice the weight.

I march all day through the jungle through wet swamps. Carriers and children go barefoot. All deer potatoes dig easily into the ground, and I barely move in my rubber boots and dirty pants.

Nature is amazing, green everywhere, lots of small wildlife, mushrooms and invisible plants growing. During breaks we stop, hand out cigarettes and everyone smokes. I don’t smoke, but cigarettes are full of pockets. I do all this so that the locals are more receptive, because with gifts it is always easier.

The woman with the baby on her head is now breastfeeding him. He does it openly, sitting on a stump in the middle of the jungle. After feeding, he smoked with pleasure, and the smoke turns directly into the baby’s face. I’d like to say something, but I’m silent. At night, I finally reach my goal, the Korov family. After all the seating on planes, truck trailers, boats, and walking through the swamps, I can relax more easily! Finally I came to a Korovai house in a tree that can already be seen from the other side of the stream. Morale soars, excitement rises, I look forward to seeing and meeting you!

In the other part, I will live in huts where my legs shake when I go up; the ration of the Korovian tribe in my belly: giant worms, pancakes made from cut palm trees, and swamp water.