Day Thirteen

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Spent morning gathering more leaves with Conan. Otobo dropped us off downstream via conoe but did not return for several hours--Joe and I were a bit pissed off. After lunch, we took the canoe upstream to pick up Omallavie, who had set out early that morning on a hunt. Eventually found him on the side of the river carrying a gun that appeared to have been manufactured arond the time Abraham Lincoln presided over the States. He was yelling in Huao, which was translanted to be that he had seen a huge pack of peccarries (wild pigs) but that he couldn´t see to get a shot off (his vision is failing). Not long later, we were walking in the forest when the Old Man diverted off from the group. Not much later he came back with a peccary slung over his shoulder. All that meat is taken to the main compound so Joe and I treat ourselves to one of the remaining cans of tuna and some ramen type noodles for dinner--a crap ton of soduim. Also, indulge ourselves in a couple drops of maple syrup for dessert. Boy, life has gotten pretty simple.
Rain falls hard while I am getting into my tent, which is good as our drinking water barrell is down to halfway.