WEBVTT - Season 04 Episode 04: Always Already (Rerun) 0:00:00.120 --> 0:00:02.640 Continuing with our look back at some of our favorite 0:00:02.680 --> 0:00:06.200 episodes while we take a break between seasons. This week, 0:00:06.280 --> 0:00:10.960 we're going back to March twenty nineteen. In nineteen sixty nine, 0:00:11.360 --> 0:00:16.360 National geographic photographer Lauren McIntyre traveled deep into the Amazon 0:00:16.600 --> 0:00:20.040 in search of the fabled Mayaruna tribe, who was said 0:00:20.079 --> 0:00:23.680 to have no contact with the outside world. What happened 0:00:23.720 --> 0:00:26.680 next left him wondering for the rest of his life 0:00:27.040 --> 0:00:31.360 whether it had truly occurred or not. This is unexplained, 0:00:31.760 --> 0:00:47.560 Season four, Episode four all ways. Already it is nineteen 0:00:47.600 --> 0:00:50.360 eighty seven, a few miles from the mouth of the 0:00:50.440 --> 0:00:54.720 mighty Amazon River, as a light mist hangs over its 0:00:54.840 --> 0:00:59.320 muddy waters, A Holking six hundred passenger river cruiser is 0:00:59.360 --> 0:01:03.800 making its check journey toward the sea. Ensconced in one 0:01:03.840 --> 0:01:08.600 of its rudimentary cabins, three men no strangers to adventure, 0:01:09.360 --> 0:01:15.919 environmentalist Jean Michel Cousteau, writer Petru Popescu, and photographer Lauren 0:01:16.000 --> 0:01:22.080 McIntyre are enjoying each other's company. Together they trade tails 0:01:22.440 --> 0:01:25.680 and make toasts to some of the early European explorers 0:01:26.240 --> 0:01:29.959 who traveled those same waters many years before. In somewhat 0:01:30.080 --> 0:01:35.600 less comfortable conditions. Before long, as they gaze out at 0:01:35.600 --> 0:01:39.839 the inscrutable mass of thick jungle passing by, the men 0:01:39.959 --> 0:01:43.360 start to wonder about all the Indian tribes that still 0:01:43.360 --> 0:01:47.800 lived deep within it, whose existence might still remain unknown 0:01:48.000 --> 0:01:52.400 to the outside world. They begin to ruminate on how 0:01:52.480 --> 0:01:56.080 one might communicate with such a tribe, or how any 0:01:56.120 --> 0:01:59.640 two people, for that matter, could successfully communicate with no 0:01:59.680 --> 0:02:05.559 apat linguistic frames of reference. As Popescu and Cousteau debate 0:02:05.600 --> 0:02:09.400 the merits and possibilities of grunts and sign language, they 0:02:09.440 --> 0:02:13.360 stumble ultimately at the question of just how though, to 0:02:13.440 --> 0:02:20.400 convey more abstract thoughts. At this, Lauren McIntyre falls silent 0:02:20.480 --> 0:02:25.440 for a moment and takes a sip of wine. What 0:02:25.560 --> 0:02:29.160 if there was a way, he says, looking sheepishly at 0:02:29.160 --> 0:02:35.440 his two friends. A communication so direct no power could 0:02:35.520 --> 0:02:41.520 find words for it. As Popescu would later write, what 0:02:41.680 --> 0:02:45.520 followed was the telling of a story that McIntyre had 0:02:45.560 --> 0:02:49.840 never shared with anyone before, something even to that day 0:02:50.480 --> 0:02:56.480 he wasn't entirely sure had ever really happened. You're listening 0:02:56.520 --> 0:03:08.480 to Unexplained, and I'm Richard MacLean Smith. The plane banked 0:03:08.520 --> 0:03:11.440 suddenly to the right, following the path of the river, 0:03:11.919 --> 0:03:14.679 as the pilot Mercer kept his eye out for a 0:03:14.720 --> 0:03:20.240 good spot to land. In the back, Lauren McIntyre kept 0:03:20.280 --> 0:03:23.760 his eyes fixed on the jungle below, while up front 0:03:23.800 --> 0:03:28.280 in the passenger seat, Carlitos, the guide McIntyre had hired 0:03:28.320 --> 0:03:33.040 a few days before in Ladicia, Columbia, mopped his brow 0:03:33.680 --> 0:03:39.520 while he also scoured the jungle below. It was October eighteenth, 0:03:39.920 --> 0:03:43.840 nineteen sixty nine, and the river was the Rio Javari, 0:03:44.520 --> 0:03:47.600 a south bank tributary of the Amazon that wriggled along 0:03:47.680 --> 0:03:52.320 the Peruvian Brazilian border for nine hundred miles before coming 0:03:52.360 --> 0:03:54.880 to a head at the intersection of the three nations 0:03:54.880 --> 0:04:00.200 of Columbia, Peru, and Brazil. For the past four hours, 0:04:00.640 --> 0:04:03.080 the three men had been flying in the opposite direction 0:04:03.560 --> 0:04:06.920 toward the river's source in search of the Maya Runa, 0:04:07.960 --> 0:04:10.760 an Amazon tribe that were thought to have been wiped 0:04:10.800 --> 0:04:14.920 out more than fifty years before after becoming victims of 0:04:15.000 --> 0:04:20.240 rampant deforestation in service to the rubber industry. That was 0:04:20.320 --> 0:04:24.000 until nineteen sixty seven, when a Peruvian woman who had 0:04:24.040 --> 0:04:27.760 been kidnapped by the tribe but then later escaped came 0:04:27.800 --> 0:04:31.279 to the attention of two Peruvian based missionaries from America, 0:04:32.040 --> 0:04:37.080 Harriet Fields and Hattie Nieland after working with the escapee 0:04:37.080 --> 0:04:40.720 for two years. Fields and Nland had flown into the 0:04:40.839 --> 0:04:46.479 jungle only a few months before and apparently located the tribe. 0:04:46.680 --> 0:04:51.640 The fifty two year old McIntyre, a successful national geographic photographer, 0:04:52.600 --> 0:04:55.080 was hoping to be the first to photograph these people, 0:04:55.640 --> 0:04:58.520 who some believed had not had any contact with the 0:04:58.560 --> 0:05:04.760 outside world nineteen ten. McIntyre leant out the open door 0:05:04.760 --> 0:05:07.680 of the plane and raised his camera to his eye, 0:05:08.120 --> 0:05:12.680 then paused, there it is, he shouted, spotting a circle 0:05:12.680 --> 0:05:17.080 of huts within a small break in the trees. Seconds 0:05:17.120 --> 0:05:20.880 later he lost sight of it. Mercier pulled hard on 0:05:20.920 --> 0:05:23.920 the control wheel and brought the plane round for another look. 0:05:25.560 --> 0:05:30.440 Moments later, they spotted the clearing again, only this time 0:05:30.680 --> 0:05:35.160 there were people there too, almost thirty of them, gazing 0:05:35.240 --> 0:05:38.880 up at the plane in the sky. Turning round from 0:05:38.880 --> 0:05:42.880 the front seat, Karlitos gave a thumbs up to McIntyre. 0:05:44.200 --> 0:05:49.240 They had found them. Mercier eased the control wheel forward, 0:05:49.520 --> 0:05:52.599 and seconds later they were touching down onto the water 0:05:53.360 --> 0:06:05.600 and edging toward the river bank. McIntyre leaped ashore, and 0:06:05.640 --> 0:06:10.799 together with Carlitos, began unloading the six rubberized sacks, stuffed 0:06:10.800 --> 0:06:13.840 full of equipment and survival gear, as well as a 0:06:13.920 --> 0:06:17.080 number of small gifts that the photographer hoped to use 0:06:17.320 --> 0:06:22.640 for mediation with the Maya Runa. Suddenly, Carlitos doubled over 0:06:22.720 --> 0:06:30.320 in pain, clearly in some distress, Malaria, asked Mercier, who 0:06:30.360 --> 0:06:34.440 had now joined them on the bank. Karlitos shook his head, 0:06:34.760 --> 0:06:40.280 not all convincingly. Mercier looked worryingly to McIntyre as he 0:06:40.360 --> 0:06:44.120 handed the guide some food and water, suggesting he rest 0:06:44.200 --> 0:06:49.080 for a moment and see if it passes. As Mercier 0:06:49.120 --> 0:06:52.599 and Karlitos took a seat on the bank, McIntyre wandered 0:06:52.680 --> 0:06:55.520 up the river to get a measure of his surroundings, 0:06:55.560 --> 0:06:59.919 snapping liberally with his camera as he went. Seeing it 0:07:00.120 --> 0:07:03.520 so concentrated from behind the lens, he couldn't help but 0:07:03.560 --> 0:07:06.799 wonder at all the secrets that lay beyond the jungle 0:07:06.920 --> 0:07:11.320 edge and its mesh of thick palms, mahogany and vines. 0:07:13.120 --> 0:07:15.680 He stood for a moment, letting the sound of the 0:07:15.760 --> 0:07:18.760 river wash over him. As he raised his camera again 0:07:19.120 --> 0:07:24.120 for another shot. Zooming into a gap between two rubber trees, 0:07:24.760 --> 0:07:27.960 he was startled to find a child's face peeking out 0:07:27.960 --> 0:07:32.200 from it, its mouth ringed with a distinct blue lined 0:07:32.280 --> 0:07:38.800 tattoo worn only by the Maya Una Indians. He whispered 0:07:39.040 --> 0:07:42.720 to Mercier and Carlitos moments later, as he grabbed some 0:07:42.760 --> 0:07:46.240 pocket mirrors from one of the bags, they're watching us 0:07:46.280 --> 0:07:51.840 from behind the trees. Returning to the same spot, he 0:07:51.960 --> 0:07:56.480 was excited to find more young faces peering out at him. 0:07:57.000 --> 0:07:59.960 Careful not to move too fast, he placed the mirror 0:08:00.080 --> 0:08:03.280 in the mud at the water's edge, then slowly made 0:08:03.280 --> 0:08:06.960 his way back to Mercier and Carlitos, who by now 0:08:07.160 --> 0:08:12.880 was in absolutely no state to carry on. MacIntyre watched 0:08:13.080 --> 0:08:16.520 as a small naked child burst from the jungle and 0:08:16.560 --> 0:08:22.080 collected the mirrors before disappearing back into the leaves. Emboldened 0:08:22.120 --> 0:08:25.400 by this first encounter and not knowing how long the 0:08:25.440 --> 0:08:29.360 tribe might stay there, there was no question of MacIntyre 0:08:29.400 --> 0:08:32.839 giving up now, and since it was too dangerous to 0:08:32.920 --> 0:08:36.520 leave Carlitos there, there was only one thing for it. 0:08:37.960 --> 0:08:41.319 Mercier would fly the guide back in their return for 0:08:41.440 --> 0:08:45.840 McIntyre in a few days time. Though the pilot was 0:08:45.880 --> 0:08:49.840 reluctant to leave MacIntyre, they at least agreed that should 0:08:49.840 --> 0:08:52.520 he feel it necessary to venture away from the camp, 0:08:53.800 --> 0:08:55.760 he would leave a clear note where he was going 0:08:56.520 --> 0:08:59.040 and would stick close to the river at all times. 0:09:01.840 --> 0:09:07.280 Minutes later, McIntyre watched as the light Cesna aircraft lifted 0:09:07.360 --> 0:09:11.640 up from the water and disappeared into the clouds. He 0:09:11.760 --> 0:09:23.360 was now entirely alone. For the next hour, McIntyre littered 0:09:23.360 --> 0:09:27.040 the surrounding area with more gifts, hoping that by now 0:09:27.320 --> 0:09:30.440 the children he had seen earlier had informed the adults 0:09:30.440 --> 0:09:34.719 of his arrival. Then, after making a quick check of 0:09:34.760 --> 0:09:39.280 his kit, he pulled out his note book. But just 0:09:39.320 --> 0:09:42.160 as he was about to put down some thoughts, he 0:09:42.160 --> 0:09:46.480 heard a rustle in the trees. Grabbing his camera, he 0:09:46.559 --> 0:09:49.640 looked about for any sign of movement, but saw nothing. 0:09:51.559 --> 0:09:57.920 It was only then that it really hit him the isolation. Now, 0:09:57.960 --> 0:10:01.600 with Mercier and Carlitos gone, there was nothing but the 0:10:01.640 --> 0:10:04.480 possessions in front of him to root him to the world. 0:10:04.559 --> 0:10:08.960 He knew it was common in such moments as the 0:10:09.040 --> 0:10:12.480 mind fought to adjust to its new surroundings for a 0:10:12.559 --> 0:10:20.040 sense of anxiety to rise, to feel the jungle closing in. Suddenly, 0:10:20.080 --> 0:10:26.560 every distant rustle, insect buzz or strained animal screech seemed 0:10:26.640 --> 0:10:32.240 unusually amplified out there alone and exposed. This was the 0:10:32.280 --> 0:10:38.800 effect of his body adapting to calm himself. MacIntyre grabbed 0:10:38.840 --> 0:10:43.840 a machete and concentrated on preparing the camp. After hacking 0:10:43.920 --> 0:10:47.400 away some leaves, he hung up the sacks, hoping to 0:10:47.440 --> 0:10:52.200 make himself more visible for Mercier's return. Next, he placed 0:10:52.200 --> 0:10:55.559 some colored wool around the camp to serve as waypoints 0:10:55.960 --> 0:11:00.120 should he venture out any further. After stringing up a 0:11:00.200 --> 0:11:03.640 hammock and building a fire, he checked his watch to 0:11:03.679 --> 0:11:08.679 find it was six pm. Feeling suddenly tired and with 0:11:08.760 --> 0:11:12.480 the light fading fast, he checked his bed for ants, 0:11:13.320 --> 0:11:17.800 and then slipped into its torte embrace, and there he 0:11:17.880 --> 0:11:21.440 lay for a moment, listening to the flowing waters of 0:11:21.520 --> 0:11:25.480 the Rio Javari and the distant croaks and trills of 0:11:25.640 --> 0:11:38.319 unseen things, before finally drifting off to sleep. At daybreak, 0:11:38.880 --> 0:11:43.120 McIntyre was startled awake by movement above his head, soon 0:11:43.160 --> 0:11:45.920 realizing he was staring up at the long and languid 0:11:45.960 --> 0:11:51.800 torso of a three toed sloth. Not wanting to waste 0:11:51.840 --> 0:11:55.000 any time, he took down his hammock and quickly washed 0:11:55.040 --> 0:11:57.920 himself in the river. Then, after a quick meal of 0:11:58.000 --> 0:12:02.800 campfire porridge a small bag of gifts, placed the camera 0:12:02.880 --> 0:12:08.600 around his neck and stepped into the jungle. Before long, 0:12:09.320 --> 0:12:11.560 having just noticed that some of the wool he had 0:12:11.640 --> 0:12:15.560 left out earlier was missing, he felt the hairs on 0:12:15.600 --> 0:12:21.240 the back of his neck stand up. Glancing up, he 0:12:21.280 --> 0:12:25.480 saw standing directly in front of him a man roughly 0:12:25.520 --> 0:12:29.920 five foot tall with shiny black hair, wearing nothing but 0:12:30.000 --> 0:12:35.760 a small sheath of fabric covering his penis. Inked around 0:12:35.760 --> 0:12:39.720 his mouth was that same distinctive tattoo he had seen 0:12:39.760 --> 0:12:44.480 on the children the day before. Both his cheeks were 0:12:44.480 --> 0:12:48.280 coated in red paint, while above his top lip were 0:12:48.320 --> 0:12:52.200 pierced a series of long, sharp pine needles in the 0:12:52.240 --> 0:12:56.680 manner of whiskers, thus emulating the jaguar from whom the 0:12:56.760 --> 0:13:02.040 Mayoruna believed they were descended. These piercings had also earned 0:13:02.040 --> 0:13:06.959 them the nickname the cat people. Slung over his shoulder 0:13:07.559 --> 0:13:12.760 was a dead howl a monkey. The man stood completely still, 0:13:15.520 --> 0:13:18.920 knowing the Mayoruna to be fiercely defensive of their territory, 0:13:19.520 --> 0:13:23.640 while also rumored to be cannibals. It was little wonder 0:13:23.720 --> 0:13:27.760 that MacIntyre's heart thumped so hard in his chest, then 0:13:27.800 --> 0:13:30.679 beat a little harder when he saw a second man 0:13:30.840 --> 0:13:34.160 stepping out from behind the first, with a long bow 0:13:34.200 --> 0:13:39.120 and arrow in his hand. There were four in total, 0:13:39.880 --> 0:13:42.840 each carrying bows and arrows, except for the one with 0:13:42.920 --> 0:13:48.199 red cheeks, whose hand was tightly gripping a club bomb. 0:13:48.240 --> 0:13:54.160 Dea shouted MacIntyre in Portuguese, holding up his bag of gifts, 0:13:54.760 --> 0:13:59.600 but there was no response. Wanting desperately to capture this moment, 0:14:00.080 --> 0:14:04.800 but fearful of making any sudden movement, MacIntyre, whose hand 0:14:04.880 --> 0:14:08.160 was already on the camera round his neck, took a 0:14:08.240 --> 0:14:18.560 chance click. The men remained completely still. Amigos saw I 0:14:18.600 --> 0:14:23.080 an amiagle, He tried in Spanish this time, but again 0:14:23.160 --> 0:14:28.080 there was no response. McIntyre now raised the whole camera 0:14:28.160 --> 0:14:33.200 to his eye and pressed the shutter button. At the 0:14:33.240 --> 0:14:37.920 sound of the click, bread Cheeks, as MacIntyre thought of him, 0:14:38.680 --> 0:14:44.640 turned slowly round and walked back into the jungle. MacIntyre 0:14:44.920 --> 0:14:47.280 turned to look at his camp just a few yards 0:14:47.320 --> 0:14:51.120 behind him, then turned back to the men, who were 0:14:51.160 --> 0:14:54.480 now all walking away from him, and followed them deeper 0:14:55.200 --> 0:15:05.640 into the trees. McIntyre made sure to keep a respectful 0:15:05.640 --> 0:15:10.800 distance as he continued to photograph them. Although the tribesmen 0:15:10.840 --> 0:15:14.800 seemed unfazed by his presence, he struggled to keep up 0:15:14.840 --> 0:15:19.480 in the sweltering heat as they pressed ever onwards, further 0:15:19.520 --> 0:15:24.280 and further into the jungle. Then suddenly the men broke 0:15:24.320 --> 0:15:27.840 away from the path, coming to rest moments later on 0:15:27.880 --> 0:15:31.400 the edge of a swamp. Then, after laying their things down, 0:15:32.320 --> 0:15:38.280 jumped straight into the cooling waters. McIntyre checked his watch 0:15:38.560 --> 0:15:42.200 and felt a sudden rush of panic. He had been 0:15:42.240 --> 0:15:46.280 walking for over an hour and only now realized he 0:15:46.320 --> 0:15:51.240 had left his compass back at the camp. The men 0:15:51.480 --> 0:15:56.600 exited the water and approached the photographer. Having handed them 0:15:56.600 --> 0:15:59.800 a machette earlier, they were keen to see what else 0:15:59.800 --> 0:16:04.640 he was carrying. Sensing the mood had now shifted, he 0:16:04.680 --> 0:16:09.000 watched with concern as the men conferred quietly together, then 0:16:09.040 --> 0:16:14.760 promptly headed back into the jungle. McIntyre looked about him, 0:16:15.120 --> 0:16:20.080 but saw no sign of their previous path. Now completely lost, 0:16:20.640 --> 0:16:23.720 his only hope was to find the village and pray 0:16:24.200 --> 0:16:30.520 that somebody spoke Portuguese or Spanish. Without further delaying, he 0:16:30.560 --> 0:16:35.840 grabbed his things and continued on behind the hunters. After 0:16:35.920 --> 0:16:40.240 another hour of trailing them, a greatly relieved, but severely 0:16:40.280 --> 0:16:52.880 exhausted McIntyre arrived finally at the Mayoruna settlement. The camp 0:16:53.080 --> 0:16:57.800 was centred around the felled trunk of a large sumauma tree. 0:16:57.840 --> 0:17:01.400 Fourteen huts made of wooden poles and palm thatched roofs 0:17:01.600 --> 0:17:07.920 circled it, each in various stages of development. All about, men, 0:17:07.960 --> 0:17:11.760 women and children sat tending to fires or weaving baskets, 0:17:12.440 --> 0:17:16.080 as pet dogs wandered about, and the smell of cooked 0:17:16.119 --> 0:17:22.960 fish hung heavy in the air. Within minutes, McIntyre was 0:17:23.000 --> 0:17:26.159 surrounded by other members of the tribe, many with the 0:17:26.200 --> 0:17:31.560 same tattooed faces and piercings. The children were the bravest, 0:17:32.160 --> 0:17:35.800 rushing forward ahead of the adults, but cautious enough not 0:17:35.920 --> 0:17:40.360 to get too close. McIntyre recognized one of them from 0:17:40.359 --> 0:17:45.639 the day before, holding a mirror in their hand. Looking 0:17:45.640 --> 0:17:48.560 at them now gathered in front of him, he couldn't 0:17:48.560 --> 0:17:51.920 help but noticing that although some of them looked lithe 0:17:51.920 --> 0:17:58.760 and powerfully built, it was clear that they were also starving. Then, 0:17:58.800 --> 0:18:03.320 looking again the hurriedly constructed huts, he was gripped once 0:18:03.440 --> 0:18:08.200 more with panic. If this village had only recently been constructed, 0:18:08.800 --> 0:18:10.960 it wasn't the one they had seen from the air. 0:18:11.800 --> 0:18:16.080 His pilot, Mercier, would have absolutely no idea where to 0:18:16.119 --> 0:18:21.360 find him. Just then, a sudden burst of raised voices 0:18:21.440 --> 0:18:26.640 drew his attention. Standing off to one side, Red Cheeks 0:18:26.840 --> 0:18:31.560 was handing the various gifts around and gesticulating wildly toward McIntyre, 0:18:32.160 --> 0:18:38.480 mimicking the taking of photographs. McIntire felt himself clutching self 0:18:38.520 --> 0:18:44.560 consciously at the camera around his neck. Suddenly feeling very thirsty, 0:18:45.200 --> 0:18:48.400 he mined for a drink, and within seconds a bowl 0:18:48.440 --> 0:18:51.880 of water was brought to him, which he gratefully received, 0:18:52.200 --> 0:18:57.119 scooping it out with his hands. After conferring for a 0:18:57.160 --> 0:19:00.840 moment with the hunters, a man wearing a hat of leaves, 0:19:01.119 --> 0:19:04.639 whom McIntyre took to be a shaman, hurried over to 0:19:04.720 --> 0:19:07.800 him and ushered him along the length of the fallen 0:19:07.840 --> 0:19:11.240 tree toward a hut stationed at the very tip of it, 0:19:12.359 --> 0:19:17.160 outside of which sat a much older man somehow unlike 0:19:17.280 --> 0:19:21.120 all the rest, and wearing a grand crown of egret feathers, 0:19:22.520 --> 0:19:35.840 ah thought McIntyre. Finally the chief. The chief, who was 0:19:35.880 --> 0:19:39.399 busy constructing arrows from a small pile of materials on 0:19:39.480 --> 0:19:43.600 the ground next to him, regarded McIntyre coolly as he 0:19:43.680 --> 0:19:49.679 was brought toward him. Looking at his legs, McIntyre couldn't 0:19:49.680 --> 0:19:52.439 help noticing that they were covered in a series of 0:19:52.520 --> 0:19:58.600 large white wartz that reminded him of barnacles. The chief 0:19:58.640 --> 0:20:02.240 listened patiently as red Cheeks went over again how he 0:20:02.280 --> 0:20:07.840 had found macintire's camp. Once he had finished, the old 0:20:07.880 --> 0:20:14.520 man smiled, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth. Relieved, McIntyre 0:20:14.640 --> 0:20:20.879 smiled back. Bomb dea, he said hopefully, but once again 0:20:21.400 --> 0:20:27.719 there was no sign of recognition. Exasperated, McIntyre grabbed an 0:20:27.800 --> 0:20:30.760 arrow and drew a map of the river on the ground, 0:20:31.200 --> 0:20:36.120 shouting Javari repeatedly, but getting only bemused looks in response. 0:20:37.640 --> 0:20:41.240 Then a sudden commotion drew their attention as eight more 0:20:41.320 --> 0:20:45.200 hunters carrying dead monkeys and pekeres appeared from out of 0:20:45.240 --> 0:20:50.080 the jungle. As the hunters were welcomed back into the village, 0:20:50.359 --> 0:20:54.639 the women rose to collect the game. One young girl 0:20:55.000 --> 0:20:58.680 approached a howl a monkey that lay completely still, bleeding 0:20:58.680 --> 0:21:02.399 profusely from its head. When she grabbed its leg, however, 0:21:03.040 --> 0:21:06.760 it instantly came alive and tried desperately to get away. 0:21:08.680 --> 0:21:12.400 In one movement, she swung it in a circle, crashing 0:21:12.440 --> 0:21:16.280 its head against the ground, sending blood bursting out of 0:21:16.320 --> 0:21:24.520 its nose. It twitched momentarily, then was still again. As 0:21:24.560 --> 0:21:27.400 the rest of the village went about their business, paying 0:21:27.480 --> 0:21:31.280 him little heed, McIntire tried to forget his predicament for 0:21:31.320 --> 0:21:34.639 a moment, then, remembering why he had come all this 0:21:34.680 --> 0:21:38.159 way in the first place, he raised his camera to 0:21:38.200 --> 0:21:49.600 his face and snapped a photo. By the afternoon, though 0:21:49.640 --> 0:21:53.080 McIntyre had succeeded in teaching them his name, he had 0:21:53.119 --> 0:21:57.960 got no further explaining his situation. At shortly after three 0:21:58.000 --> 0:22:02.000 p m. The communities sat down to eat, inviting him 0:22:02.040 --> 0:22:06.400 to join them. Taking a seat beside them on the ground, 0:22:07.040 --> 0:22:10.880 McIntyre was handed a slice of baijeu smeared with fish paste, 0:22:11.480 --> 0:22:15.960 which he was grateful to receive, and then it really 0:22:16.000 --> 0:22:21.639 started to hit him how stupid he had been. He 0:22:21.680 --> 0:22:25.480 looked about at the distinctly unfamiliar surroundings, and at the 0:22:25.480 --> 0:22:28.840 faces of all these people that he didn't know, who 0:22:28.880 --> 0:22:33.320 only months before many believed no longer existed. Then his 0:22:33.400 --> 0:22:38.199 head began to spin, but just as things began to 0:22:38.240 --> 0:22:42.200 spiral away from him, he found his mind suddenly filled 0:22:42.240 --> 0:22:45.440 with a strange, humming sound that seemed to drown out 0:22:45.640 --> 0:22:49.520 the other noises in the camp. Trying hard to focus 0:22:49.520 --> 0:22:54.160 on something else, the sound eventually dissipated and the noise 0:22:54.240 --> 0:22:59.840 level of the camp returned to normal. Later, just before 0:23:00.119 --> 0:23:03.320 ask a family of four kindly offered up a hammock 0:23:03.520 --> 0:23:08.040 in their hut for him to sleep in. That night, 0:23:08.680 --> 0:23:12.240 McIntyre lay awake, listening to the sounds of the jungle 0:23:12.880 --> 0:23:16.840 mingling with those of the camp, the cracking and popping fire, 0:23:17.920 --> 0:23:21.439 and wandered silently to himself about the great gulf of 0:23:21.520 --> 0:23:25.959 understanding between his world perspective and that of the Maya Aruna, 0:23:27.000 --> 0:23:32.600 before finally he drifted off to sleep. Moments later, he 0:23:32.640 --> 0:23:37.119 found himself floating high above the jungle, the greenness of 0:23:37.160 --> 0:23:40.879 it so intense it felt to him as though it 0:23:40.920 --> 0:23:44.760 were lit up from underneath, and though he couldn't tell 0:23:44.800 --> 0:23:52.040 exactly what it was, somewhere in it all was a message. Next, 0:23:52.359 --> 0:23:55.120 he found himself staring at the feet of an old man, 0:23:56.160 --> 0:24:00.200 scanning up to find those familiar wort covered legs, till 0:24:00.280 --> 0:24:03.560 finally he was looking into the eyes of the Mayaruna Chief, 0:24:04.840 --> 0:24:10.960 his face breaking into a radiant smile. McIntire snapped awake 0:24:11.160 --> 0:24:15.640 in the dark, then, laying his head down again, fell 0:24:15.680 --> 0:24:26.600 once more to sleep. At first light the following morning, 0:24:27.119 --> 0:24:31.920 McIntyre was shaken awake by one of the shaman. Sensing urgency, 0:24:32.520 --> 0:24:35.240 he gathered his things and wandered into the middle of 0:24:35.280 --> 0:24:38.439 the village to find the place engulfed in a flurry 0:24:38.440 --> 0:24:42.639 of activity. Baskets were being filled and placed on heads, 0:24:43.600 --> 0:24:48.639 babies strapped to backs, and the pets corralled spinning round. 0:24:48.680 --> 0:24:50.679 He was just in time to catch one of the 0:24:50.720 --> 0:24:53.240 men taking a club to the central post of the 0:24:53.320 --> 0:24:56.240 hut he had just been sleeping in, and knocking it 0:24:56.320 --> 0:25:01.200 down with one blow. They were moving camp. He realized 0:25:02.560 --> 0:25:07.200 they must be running from something, having been reassured by 0:25:07.240 --> 0:25:10.159 the sight of the chief. His relief was to be 0:25:10.200 --> 0:25:14.879 short lived when moments later, the villagers, having gathered everything 0:25:14.880 --> 0:25:18.280 they needed, formed a straight line and proceeded to head 0:25:18.320 --> 0:25:23.959 directly into the jungle. Once again, McIntyre had no choice 0:25:24.480 --> 0:25:29.080 but to follow them. Thirty minutes or so later, they 0:25:29.119 --> 0:25:35.359 reached a muddy stream. Now McIntyre had a choice to 0:25:35.440 --> 0:25:38.480 stay with the tribe or take a chance following the 0:25:38.520 --> 0:25:43.359 stream back to the Rio Javari. He looked downstream and 0:25:43.440 --> 0:25:47.960 thought for a moment, if he struck out now, only 0:25:48.000 --> 0:25:51.520 to sprain an ankle or get bitten by something poisonous, 0:25:52.040 --> 0:25:56.480 he would likely not live to tell the tale. He 0:25:56.560 --> 0:25:58.600 looked up to the back of the line of may 0:25:58.680 --> 0:26:01.400 Aruna as they would just just about to disappear into 0:26:01.400 --> 0:26:07.840 the foliage, and ran off to catch them up with 0:26:07.920 --> 0:26:11.280 barely a crack in the canopy above. Without his watch, 0:26:11.600 --> 0:26:13.880 it would be impossible to tell what time of day 0:26:13.920 --> 0:26:17.840 it was, as those at the front continued hacking a 0:26:17.920 --> 0:26:21.639 path for the rest to walk through. Finally they reached 0:26:21.640 --> 0:26:26.240 a small clearing. Moments later, there was a rumble of 0:26:26.280 --> 0:26:31.159 thunder above and a heavy rain began to fall. The 0:26:31.280 --> 0:26:35.359 chief shouted something to the group, who immediately dispersed and 0:26:35.400 --> 0:26:39.159 got to work. In what seemed like a matter of minutes, 0:26:39.720 --> 0:26:43.040 another camp had emerged out of the clearing, and before 0:26:43.080 --> 0:26:47.159 long the Mayoruna had settled back into life just as 0:26:47.240 --> 0:26:53.880 it was before. After taking some more photos, McIntyre found 0:26:53.880 --> 0:26:56.679 a spot between two trees and hung up his hammock. 0:26:58.600 --> 0:27:01.800 Spotting the Chief site once again on his chair at 0:27:01.800 --> 0:27:14.320 the head of the camp, making arrows, McIntyre sensed an opportunity. 0:27:14.359 --> 0:27:17.120 Taking a seat at the man's feet, he grabbed three 0:27:17.160 --> 0:27:20.520 strands of palm from the pile next to him and 0:27:20.600 --> 0:27:23.800 began to weave a belt, something he had learnt to 0:27:23.840 --> 0:27:27.359 do from his time spent in the navy. If they 0:27:27.400 --> 0:27:31.359 couldn't speak, perhaps he could earn his respect, he thought. 0:27:33.200 --> 0:27:37.600 As McIntyre platted, so too did the Chief, continue refining 0:27:37.640 --> 0:27:42.920 his arrows. Half Way done, McIntyre held up his work 0:27:43.760 --> 0:27:49.200 and the pair smiled warmly at each other. Just then, 0:27:50.240 --> 0:27:56.879 something very peculiar happened. A voice in McIntyre's head that 0:27:56.960 --> 0:28:02.680 didn't belong to him. Some of us are friends, it said. 0:28:04.160 --> 0:28:07.640 He looked up with confusion at the Chief, who remained 0:28:07.760 --> 0:28:12.359 focused on his task, that warm smile still playing about 0:28:12.400 --> 0:28:19.840 his lips. Then it came again, some of us our friends. 0:28:21.920 --> 0:28:25.520 After everything that had happened, he was finally losing it, 0:28:25.560 --> 0:28:30.040 he thought, After all, what else could explain what was 0:28:30.080 --> 0:28:37.400 going on. But then McIntyre decided to try something. Clearing 0:28:37.440 --> 0:28:41.400 his mind of all other thoughts, he concentrated solely and 0:28:41.440 --> 0:28:46.200 trying to communicate that he too was a friend. You 0:28:46.280 --> 0:28:51.840 can trust me, he repeated over and over in his mind. 0:28:53.400 --> 0:28:58.960 Moments later, something else popped into his head. I know, 0:28:59.760 --> 0:29:04.680 came the reply. McIntyre looked up, aghast at the chief, 0:29:05.560 --> 0:29:19.400 who smiled back with his wide, toothless grin. It had 0:29:19.480 --> 0:29:22.840 been two days since McIntyre had so carelessly followed the 0:29:22.880 --> 0:29:27.320 Mayaruna into the depths of the Amazon rainforest. That night, 0:29:27.880 --> 0:29:30.200 having strung up a hammock on the edge of the camp, 0:29:30.800 --> 0:29:34.760 he lay awake, replaying those words over and over in 0:29:34.800 --> 0:29:40.440 his mind. Some of us are friends. How could the 0:29:40.520 --> 0:29:44.720 chief have communicated this without uttering a word, let alone 0:29:44.760 --> 0:29:48.880 not speaking English? Did he have access to an ancient 0:29:48.920 --> 0:29:52.760 form of communication, he thought, abilities that had long died 0:29:52.800 --> 0:29:57.720 out in more contemporary societies. Or had McIntyre merely picked 0:29:57.800 --> 0:30:01.080 up on a general sensibility and he conjured the thoughts 0:30:01.320 --> 0:30:06.040 on his own? What then, did it mean that only 0:30:06.080 --> 0:30:11.760 some of them were friends? McIntyre awoke the next morning 0:30:12.280 --> 0:30:15.680 with an acrid smell of burning rubber, assaulting his nostrils. 0:30:16.600 --> 0:30:19.440 He lifted his arm to check the time, but there 0:30:19.480 --> 0:30:23.000 was no watch on his wrist. His camera and shoes 0:30:23.120 --> 0:30:27.200 were gone too. Stumbling into the middle of the camp, 0:30:27.600 --> 0:30:30.240 he found Red Cheeks and some fellow warriors of the 0:30:30.280 --> 0:30:34.800 tribe standing around a fire with a suspiciously dark plume 0:30:34.840 --> 0:30:38.560 of smoke rising up from it, and on top of 0:30:38.600 --> 0:30:45.440 it were his sneakers. McIntyre grabbed them, putting them, still scolding, 0:30:45.600 --> 0:30:48.600 on to his feet as Red Cheeks and the others 0:30:48.960 --> 0:30:54.680 crowed with laughter. MacIntyre breathed deeply, doing his best to 0:30:54.720 --> 0:30:57.840 control the anger now swelling up inside of him as 0:30:57.840 --> 0:31:01.760 he looked desperately for his camera, the one thing that 0:31:02.000 --> 0:31:07.000 justified his stupidity at getting lost out there. Just then, 0:31:07.640 --> 0:31:11.400 the chief appeared and approached him. I need to know 0:31:11.600 --> 0:31:23.160 what happened, came the voice in McIntire's head. Many others 0:31:23.200 --> 0:31:27.720 had appeared by now, crowding round the fire. The chief 0:31:28.120 --> 0:31:32.240 looked first at Red Cheeks and then to McIntyre, before 0:31:32.240 --> 0:31:35.280 turning his back and walking away. As the rest of 0:31:35.320 --> 0:31:40.640 the village moved in behind him, McIntire shouted out to them, 0:31:41.480 --> 0:31:46.680 but nobody responded. It was not uncommon for tribes to 0:31:46.720 --> 0:31:50.959 ostracize individuals to the point of invisibility. If they no 0:31:51.000 --> 0:31:57.000 longer observed them, they no longer existed. McIntyre couldn't afford 0:31:57.080 --> 0:32:01.080 to let that happen to him, so he began to jock. 0:32:02.880 --> 0:32:06.360