One of the highlights of the trip was when the Chief of this village came back with seven crocodiles. The whole village turned out, and the men and boys put down palm leaves and skinned the crocs and dressed them to eat.
Because we had given Chief Ronnie sandpaper for his mask making, and bags of coffee and sugar, he gave us a crocodile tail. It turned out to be the best meal on the river we ate.
I can totally understand why people on the river traditionally didn't wear clothes. It is like a steam bath in the jungle! Men traditionally only wore penis gourds, and the women were topless with short grass skirts. With the influence of Christian missionaries, they now wear dirty Western cast-offs. Even today for the children it's "clothing optional."