Not a museum per se, but a showcase of how Amazonians used to live, and, in the farthest reaches of the rainforest, still live. This is an artificial village, where locals step out of their everyday clothes, put on their “costumes”, and go to work, showing tourists how things used to be. This is so not my kind of thing! I had no idea what we were off to, and I didn’t get more excited as the minutes passed. When we got off the boat, we walked on a muddy trail until we reached an opening in the forest. Here they had put up a house, and a souvenir stall. After everyone had taken a photo with the baby sloth one of the girls had taken as a pet, we were told it was an orphan found in the woods…, we looked at the homemade goods on offer, entered the house for a traditional dance performance, in which we, I, had to take part. Though when a torrential shower materialised, albeit short-lived, the house came in handy 🙂 Favourite experience was no doubt getting to hold that baby sloth. It wasn’t a part of the visit, but our guide asked the girl if it was ok. It looks so fluffy, but it was merely bones. I was so scared of dropping it, because there was nothing to grasp.
I was taken here by my guide at the lodge.
More on the Amazon Rainforest.
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