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Speaker 1: a few miles from the mouth of the mighty Amazon River,
Speaker 1: as a light mist hangs over its muddy waters, a
Speaker 1: hulking six hundred passenger river cruiser is making its gentle
Speaker 1: journey toward the sea. Ensconced in one of its rudimentary cabins,
Speaker 1: three men no straight as to adventure. Environmentalist Jean Michel Custoau,
Speaker 1: writer Petru Popescu, and photographer Lauren McIntyre are enjoying each
Speaker 1: other's company. Together, they trade tales and make toasts to
Speaker 1: some of the early European explorers who traveled those same
Speaker 1: waters many years before, in somewhat less comfortable conditions. Before long,
Speaker 1: as they gaze out at the inscrutable mass of thick
Speaker 1: jungle passing by, the men start to wander about all
Speaker 1: the Indian tribes that still lived deep within it, whose
Speaker 1: existence might still remain unknown to the outside world. They
Speaker 1: begin to ruminate on how one might communicate with such
Speaker 1: a tribe, or how any two people, for that matter,
Speaker 1: could successfully communicate with no apparent and linguistic frames of reference.
Speaker 1: As Popescu and Custou debate the merits and possibilities of
Speaker 1: grunt and sign language, they stumble ultimately at the question
Speaker 1: of just how though, to convey more abstract thoughts. At this,
Speaker 1: Lauren McIntyre falls silent for a moment and takes a
Speaker 1: sip of wine. What if there was a way, he says,
Speaker 1: looking sheepishly at his two friends. A communication so direct
Speaker 1: no power could find words for it. As Pobesco would
Speaker 1: later write, what followed was the telling of a story
Speaker 1: that McIntyre had never shared with anyone before, something even
Speaker 1: to that day he wasn't entirely sure had ever really happened.
Speaker 1: You're listening to unexplained and I'm Richard McClane smith. The
Speaker 1: plain banked suddenly to the right, following the path of
Speaker 1: the river, as the pilot Mercier kept his eye out
Speaker 1: for a good spot to land. In the back, Lauren
Speaker 1: MacIntyre kept his eyes fixed on the jungle below, while
Speaker 1: up front in the passenger seat, Carlitos, the guide Macentyre
Speaker 1: had hired a few days before in Ladisia, Columbia, mopped
Speaker 1: his brow while he also scoured the jungle below. It
Speaker 1: was October eighteenth, nineteen sixty nine, and the river was
Speaker 1: the Rio Javari, a south bank tributary of the Amazon
Speaker 1: that wriggled along the Peruvian Brazilian border for nine hundred
Speaker 1: miles before coming to a head at the intersection of
Speaker 1: the three nations of Columbia, Peru, and Brazil. For the
Speaker 1: past four hours, the three men had been flying in
Speaker 1: the opposite direction toward the river's source in search of
Speaker 1: the Maya ua An Amazon tribe that were thought to
Speaker 1: have been wiped out more than fifty years before after
Speaker 1: becoming victims of rampant deforestation in service to the rubber industry.
Speaker 1: That was until nineteen sixty seven, when a Peruvian woman
Speaker 1: who had been kidnapped by the tribe but then later escaped.
Speaker 1: Came to the attention of two Peruvian based missionaries from America,
Speaker 1: Harriet Fields and Hattie Neeland, after working with the escapee
Speaker 1: for two years. Fields and Kneeland had flown into the
Speaker 1: jungle only a few months before and apparently located the
Speaker 1: tribe to Fifty two year old McEntyre, a successful national
Speaker 1: geographic photographer, was hoping to be the first to photograph
Speaker 1: these people, who some believed had not had any contact
Speaker 1: with the outside world since nineteen ten. McEntyre lent out
Speaker 1: the open door of the plain and raised his to
Speaker 1: his eye, then paused, there it is, he shouted, spotting
Speaker 1: a circle of huts within a small break in the trees.
Speaker 1: Seconds later he lost sight of it. Mercier pulled hard
Speaker 1: on the control wheel and brought the plane round for
Speaker 1: another look. Moments later, they spotted the clearing again, only
Speaker 1: this time there were people there too, almost thirty of them,
Speaker 1: gazing up at the plane in the sky. Turning round
Speaker 1: from the front seat, Carlitos gave a thumbs up to
Speaker 1: McIntyre they had found them. Mercier eased the control wheel
Speaker 1: forward and seconds later they were touching down onto the
Speaker 1: water and edging toward the river bank. McIntyre leaped ashore
Speaker 1: and together with Klitos, began unloading the six rubberized sacks,
Speaker 1: stuffed full of equipment and survival gear, as well as
Speaker 1: a number of small gifts that the photographer hoped to
Speaker 1: use for mediation with the Maya Runa. Suddenly, Carlitos doubled
Speaker 1: over in pain, clearly in some distress, Malaria, asked Mercier,
Speaker 1: who had now joined them on the bank. Klitos shook
Speaker 1: his head, not all convincingly. Mercier looked worryingly to McIntyre
Speaker 1: as he handed the guide some food and water, suggesting
Speaker 1: he rest for a moment and see if it passes.
Speaker 1: As Mercier and Carlitos took a seat on the bank,
Speaker 1: MacIntyre wandered up the river to get a measure of
Speaker 1: his surroundings, snapping liberally with his camera as he went.
Speaker 1: Seeing it so concentrated from behind the lens, he couldn't
Speaker 1: help but wonder at all the secrets that lay on
Speaker 1: the jungle edge and its mesh of thick palms, mahogany
Speaker 1: and vines. He stood for a moment letting the sound
Speaker 1: of the river wash over him. As he raised his
Speaker 1: camera again for another shot. Zooming into a gap between
Speaker 1: two rubber trees, he was startled to find a child's
Speaker 1: face peeking out from it, its mouth ringed with a
Speaker 1: distinct blue lined tattoo worn only by the Maya Runa Indians.
Speaker 1: He whispered to Mercier and Carlitos moments later, as he
Speaker 1: grabbed some pocket mirrors from one of the bags, they're
Speaker 1: watching us from behind the trees. Returning to the same spot,
Speaker 1: he was excited to find more young faces peering out
Speaker 1: at him. Careful not to move too fast, he placed
Speaker 1: the mirrors in the mud at the water's edge, then
Speaker 1: slowly made his way back to Mercier and Carlitos, who
Speaker 1: by now was in absolutely no state to carry on.
Speaker 1: McEntyre watched as a small naked child burst from the
Speaker 1: jungle and collected the mirrors before disappearing back into the leaves.
Speaker 1: Emboldened by this first encounter and not knowing how long
Speaker 1: the tribe might stay there, there was no question of
Speaker 1: McEntyre giving up now, and since it was too dangerous
Speaker 1: to leave Carlitos there, there was only one thing for it.
Speaker 1: Mercier would fly the guide back and their return for
Speaker 1: McEntyre in a few days time. Though the pilot was
Speaker 1: reluctant to leave McEntyre, they at least agreed that should
Speaker 1: he feel it necessary to venture away from the camp,
Speaker 1: he would leave a clear note where he was going
Speaker 1: and would stick close to the river at all times.
Speaker 1: Minutes later, McEntyre watched as the light says air craft
Speaker 1: lifted up from the water and disappeared into the clouds.
Speaker 1: He was now entirely alone. For the next hour, McEntyre
Speaker 1: littered the surrounding area with more gifts, hoping that by
Speaker 1: now the children he had seen earlier had informed the
Speaker 1: adults of his arrival. Then, after making a quick check
Speaker 1: of his kit, he pulled out his notebook. But just
Speaker 1: as he was about to put down some thoughts, he
Speaker 1: heard a rustle in the trees. Grabbing his camera, he
Speaker 1: looked about for any sign of movement, but saw nothing.
Speaker 1: It was only then that it really hit him the isolation. Now,
Speaker 1: with Mercier and Carlitos gone, there was nothing but the
Speaker 1: possessions in front of him to rout him to the world.
Speaker 1: He knew it was common in such moments as the
Speaker 1: mind fought to adjust to its new surroundings, for a
Speaker 1: sense of anxiety to rise, to feel the jungle closing in. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: every distant rustle, insect buzz, or strained animal screech seemed
Speaker 1: unusually amplified out there alone and exposed. This was the
Speaker 1: effect of his body adapting to calm himself. Macentyre grabbed
Speaker 1: a machette and concentrated on preparing the camp. After hacking
Speaker 1: away some leaves, he hung up the sacks, hoping to
Speaker 1: make himself more visible for Mercier's return. Next, he placed
Speaker 1: some colored wool around the camp to serve as way
Speaker 1: points should he venture out any further. After stringing up
Speaker 1: a hammock and building a fire, he checked his watch
Speaker 1: to find it was six pm. Feeling suddenly tired and
Speaker 1: with the light fading fast, he checked his bed for ants,
Speaker 1: and then slipped into its tort embrace, and there he
Speaker 1: lay for a moment, listening to the flowing waters of
Speaker 1: the Rio Javari and the distant croaks and trills of
Speaker 1: unseen things, before finally drifting off to sleep. At daybreak,
Speaker 1: McEntire was startled awake by movement above his head. Soon
Speaker 1: realizing he was staring up at the long and languid
Speaker 1: torso of a three toed sloth. Not wanting to waste
Speaker 1: any time, he took down his hammock and quickly washed
Speaker 1: himself in the river. Then, after a quick meal of
Speaker 1: camp fire, Porridge packed a small bag of gifts, placed
Speaker 1: the camera around his neck, and stepped into the jungle.
Speaker 1: Before long, having just noticed that some of the wall
Speaker 1: he had left out earlier was missing, he felt the
Speaker 1: hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Glancing up,
Speaker 1: he saw standing directly in front of him a man
Speaker 1: roughly five foot tall with shiny black hair, wearing nothing
Speaker 1: but a small sheath of fabric covering his penis inked
Speaker 1: around his mouth with that same distinctive tattoo he had
Speaker 1: seen on the children the day before. Both his cheeks
Speaker 1: were coated in red paint, while above his top lip
Speaker 1: were pierced a series of long, sharp pine needles in
Speaker 1: the manner of whiskers, thus emulating the jaguar from whom
Speaker 1: the Mayaruna believed they were descended. These piercings had also
Speaker 1: earned them the nickname The cat. Slung over his shoulder
Speaker 1: was a dead howler. Monkey. The man stood completely still,
Speaker 1: knowing the Mayaruna to be fiercely defensive of their territory,
Speaker 1: while also rumored to be cannibals. It was little wonder
Speaker 1: that McEntire's heart thumped so hard in his chest, then
Speaker 1: beat a little harder when he saw a second man
Speaker 1: stepping out from behind the first, with a long bow
Speaker 1: and arrow in his hand. There were four in total,
Speaker 1: each carrying bows and arrows, except for the one with
Speaker 1: red cheeks, whose hand was tightly gripping a club bomb.
Speaker 1: Dea shouted McEntyre in Portuguese, holding up his bag of gifts,
Speaker 1: but there was no response. Wanting desperately to capture this moment,
Speaker 1: but fearful of making any sudden movement, McIntyre, whose hand
Speaker 1: was already on the camera round his neck, took a
Speaker 1: chance click. The men remained completely still. Amigos, say on amigo,
Speaker 1: he tried in Spanish this time, but again there was
Speaker 1: no response. Macenttyre now raised the whole camera to his
Speaker 1: eye and pressed the shutter button. At the sound of
Speaker 1: the click, read cheeks as MacIntyre thought of him, turned
Speaker 1: slowly round and walked back into the jungle. McIntyre turned
Speaker 1: to look at his camp just a few yards behind him,
Speaker 1: then turned back to the men who were now all
Speaker 1: walking away from him, and followed them deeper into the trees.
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Speaker 1: slash unexplained podcast. McEntyre made sure to keep a respectful
Speaker 1: distance as he continued to photograph them. Although the tribesmen
Speaker 1: seemed unfazed by his presence, he struggled to keep up
Speaker 1: in the sweltering heat as they pressed ever onwards, further
Speaker 1: and further into the jungle. Then suddenly the men broke
Speaker 1: away from the path, coming to rest moments later on
Speaker 1: the edge of a swamp, then, after laying their things down,
Speaker 1: jumped straight into the cooling waters. McIntyre checked his watch
Speaker 1: and felt a sudden rush of panic. He had been
Speaker 1: walking for over an hour and only now realized he
Speaker 1: had left his compass back at the camp. The men
Speaker 1: exited the water and approached the photographer, having handed them
Speaker 1: a machette. They were keen to see what else he
Speaker 1: was carrying. Sensing the mood had now shifted, he watched
Speaker 1: with concern as the men conferred quietly together, then promptly
Speaker 1: headed back into the jungle. McIntyre looked about him, but
Speaker 1: saw no sign of their previous path. Now completely lost,
Speaker 1: his only hope was to find the village and pray
Speaker 1: that somebody spoke Portuguese or Spanish. Without further delaying, he
Speaker 1: grabbed his things and continued on behind the hunters. After
Speaker 1: another hour of trailing them are greatly relieved but severely exhausted,
Speaker 1: McIntyre arrived finally at the Maya Una settlement. The camp
Speaker 1: was centered around the felled trunk of a large sumauma tree.
Speaker 1: Fourteen huts made of wooden poles and palm thatched roofs
Speaker 1: circled it, each in various stages of development. All about, men,
Speaker 1: women and children sat tending to fires or weaving baskets,
Speaker 1: as pet dogs wandered about, and the smell of cooked
Speaker 1: fish hung heavy in the air. Within minutes, McIntyre was
Speaker 1: surrounded by other members of the tribe, many with the
Speaker 1: same tattooed faces and piercings. The children were the bravest,
Speaker 1: rushing forward ahead of the adults, but cautious enough not
Speaker 1: to get too close. McEntyre recognized one of them from
Speaker 1: the day before, holding a mirror in their hand. Looking
Speaker 1: at them now gathered in front of him, he couldn't
Speaker 1: help but noticing that although some of them looked blithe
Speaker 1: and powerfully built, it was clear that they were also starving. Then,
Speaker 1: looking again at the hurriedly constructed huts, he was gripped
Speaker 1: once more with panic. If this village had only recently
Speaker 1: been constructed, it wasn't the one they had seen from
Speaker 1: the air. His pilot, Mercier, would have absolutely no idea
Speaker 1: where to find him. Just then, a sudden burst of
Speaker 1: raised voices drew his attention. Standing off to one side,
Speaker 1: Red Cheeks was handing the various gifts around and gesticulating
Speaker 1: wildly toward McIntyre, mimicking the taking of photographs. McIntyre felt
Speaker 1: himself clutching self consciously at the camera around his neck.
Speaker 1: Suddenly feeling very thirsty, he mimed for a drink, and
Speaker 1: within seconds a bowl of water was brought to him,
Speaker 1: which he gratefully received, scooping it out with his hands.
Speaker 1: After conferring for a moment with the a man wearing
Speaker 1: a hat of leaves, who McIntyre took to be a shaman,
Speaker 1: hurried over to him and ushered him along the length
Speaker 1: of the fallen tree toward a hut stationed at the
Speaker 1: very tip of it, outside of which sat a much
Speaker 1: older man, somehow unlike all the rest, and wearing a
Speaker 1: grand crown of egret feathers, ah thought McEntyre. Finally, the
Speaker 1: chief The chief, who was busy constructing arrows from a
Speaker 1: small pile of materials on the ground next to him,
Speaker 1: regarded Macenttyre coolly as he was brought toward him. Looking
Speaker 1: at his legs, McEntyre couldn't help noticing that they were
Speaker 1: covered in a series of large white warts that reminded
Speaker 1: him of barnacles. The chief listened patiently as red Cheeks
Speaker 1: went over again how he had found Bacentyre's camp. Once
Speaker 1: he had finished, the old man smiled, revealing a mouthful
Speaker 1: of blackened teeth. Relieved, McEntyre smiled back. Bomb dea, he
Speaker 1: said hopefully, but once again there was no sign of recognition. Exasperated,
Speaker 1: McEntyre grabbed an arrow and drew a map of the
Speaker 1: river on the ground, shouting Javari repeatedly, but getting only
Speaker 1: permused looks in response. Then a sudden commotion drew their
Speaker 1: attention as eight more hunters carrying dead monkeys and peccaries
Speaker 1: appeared from out of the jungle. As the hunters were
Speaker 1: welcomed back into the village, the women rose to collect
Speaker 1: the game. One young girl approached a howler monkey that
Speaker 1: lay completely still, bleeding profusely from its head. When she
Speaker 1: grabbed its leg. However, it instantly came alive and tried
Speaker 1: desperately to get away. In one movement, she swung it
Speaker 1: in a circle, crashing its head against the ground, sending
Speaker 1: blood bursting out of its nose. It twitched momentarily, then
Speaker 1: was still again. As the rest of the village went
Speaker 1: about their business, paying him little heed, McEntyre tried to
Speaker 1: forget his predicament for a moment, then, remembering why he
Speaker 1: had come all this way in the first place, he
Speaker 1: raised his camera to his face and snapped a photo.
Speaker 1: By the afternoon, though McEntyre had succeeded in teaching them
Speaker 1: his name, he had got no further explaining his situation.
Speaker 1: But shortly after three pm, the community sat down to eat,
Speaker 1: inviting him to join them, Taking a seat beside them
Speaker 1: on the ground, McIntyre was handed a slice of baijeou
Speaker 1: smeared with fish paste, which he was grateful to receive.
Speaker 1: And then it really started to hit him how stupid
Speaker 1: he had been. He looked about at the distinctly unfamiliar
Speaker 1: surroundings and at the faces of all these people that
Speaker 1: he didn't know who only months before many believed no
Speaker 1: longer existed. Then his head began to spin, But just
Speaker 1: as things began to spiral away from him, he found
Speaker 1: his mind suddenly filled with a strange, humming sound that
Speaker 1: seemed to drown out the other noises in the camp.
Speaker 1: Trying hard to focus on something else, the sound eventually
Speaker 1: dissipated and the noise level of the camp returned to normal.
Speaker 1: Later before dusk, a family of four kindly offered up
Speaker 1: a hammock in their hut for him to sleep in.
Speaker 1: That night, McIntyre lay awake, listening to the sounds of
Speaker 1: the jungle mingling with those of the camp, the cracking
Speaker 1: and popping fire, and wandered silently to himself about the
Speaker 1: great gulf of understanding between his world perspective and that
Speaker 1: of the Maya Runa, before finally he drifted off to sleep.
Speaker 1: Moments later, he found himself floating high above the jungle,
Speaker 1: the greenness of it so intense it felt to him
Speaker 1: as though it were lit up from underneath, and though
Speaker 1: he couldn't tell exactly what it was, somewhere in it
Speaker 1: all was a message. Next, he found himself staring at
Speaker 1: the feet of an old man, scanning up to find
Speaker 1: those familiar wart covered legs, until finally he was looking
Speaker 1: into the eyes of the Maya Runa chief, his face
Speaker 1: breaking into a radiant smile. Macentire snapped awake in the dark, then,
Speaker 1: laying his head down again, fell once more to sleep.
Speaker 1: At first light the following morning, Macentire was shaken awake
Speaker 1: by one of the shaman. Sensing urgency, he gathered his
Speaker 1: things and wandered into the middle of the village to
Speaker 1: find the place engulfed in a flurry of activity. Baskets
Speaker 1: were being filled and placed on heads, babies strapped the backs,
Speaker 1: and the pets corraled spinning round. He was just in
Speaker 1: time to catch one of the men taking a club
Speaker 1: to the central post of the hut he had just
Speaker 1: been sleeping in, and knocking it down with one blow.
Speaker 1: They were moving. He realized they must be running from something,
Speaker 1: having been reassured by the sight of the chief. His
Speaker 1: relief was to be short lived when moments later, the villagers,
Speaker 1: having gathered everything they needed, formed a straight line and
Speaker 1: proceeded to head directly into the jungle. Once again, McIntyre
Speaker 1: had no choice but to follow them. Thirty minutes or
Speaker 1: so later, they reached a muddy stream, now McIntyre had
Speaker 1: a choice to stay with the tribe or take a
Speaker 1: chance following the stream back to the Rio Javari. He
Speaker 1: looked downstream and thought for a moment, if he struck
Speaker 1: out now, only to sprain an ankle or get bitten
Speaker 1: by something poisonous, he would likely not live to tell
Speaker 1: the tale. He looked up to the back of the
Speaker 1: line of Maya Runa as they would just about to
Speaker 1: disappear into the foliage, and ran off to catch them
Speaker 1: up with barely a crack in the canopy above. Without
Speaker 1: his watch, it would be impossible to tell what time
Speaker 1: of day it was, as those at the front continued
Speaker 1: hacking a path for the rest to walk through. Finally
Speaker 1: they reached a small clearing. Moments later, there was a
Speaker 1: rumble of thunder above, and a heavy rain began to fall.
Speaker 1: The chief shouted something to the group, who immediately dispersed
Speaker 1: and got to work. In what seemed like a matter
Speaker 1: of minutes, another camp had emerged out of the clearing,
Speaker 1: and before long the Maya Runa had settled back into
Speaker 1: life just as it was before. After taking some more photos,
Speaker 1: McIntyre found a spot between two trees and hung up
Speaker 1: his hammock. Spotting the Chief sitting once again on his
Speaker 1: chair at the head of the camp making arrows, McEntyre
Speaker 1: sensed an opportunity. Taking a seat at the man's feet,
Speaker 1: he grabbed three strands of palm from the pile next
Speaker 1: to him and began to weave a belt, something he
Speaker 1: had learned to do from his time spent in the navy.
Speaker 1: If they couldn't speak, perhaps he could earn his respect,
Speaker 1: he thought. As McEntyre platted, so too did the Chief,
Speaker 1: continue refining his arrows. Halfway done, McEntyre held up his
Speaker 1: work and the pair smiled warmly at each other. Just then,
Speaker 1: something very peculiar happened. A voice in Mcentyre's head that
Speaker 1: didn't belong to him. Some of us are friends, it said.
Speaker 1: He looked up with confusion at the Chief, who remained
Speaker 1: focused on his task, that warm smile still playing about
Speaker 1: his lips. Then it came again, some of us our friends.
Speaker 1: After everything that had happened, he was finally losing it,
Speaker 1: he thought, after all, what else could explain what was
Speaker 1: going on? But then McEntyre decided to try something. Clearing
Speaker 1: his mind of all other thoughts, he concentrated solely and
Speaker 1: trying to communicate that he too was a friend. You
Speaker 1: can trust me, he repeated over and over in his mind.
Speaker 1: Moments later, something else popped into his head. I know,
Speaker 1: came the reply. McEntyre looked up, aghast at the Chief,
Speaker 1: who smiled back with this wide, toothless grin. That was
Speaker 1: the end of part one of season four, Episode four,
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