The chief sitting in the chair is about 400 years old--mummified by smoking him over the cooking fires for years. His skin feels about the same as soft tar.
When I asked the living chief if I could see him he said, "Yes, but very expensive."
"How much?"
"Two dollars."
"I can afford it."
You'll notice the men don't have much of a wardrobe. It's an orange gourd. It's also where they keep their tobacco.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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