Hello! My name is Andrew and this is the log of my vacation with my father. My mom died when I was small, which
is unforunate since my father is an anthropologist an sadly a good one at that, and that beside being awfully
dull in itself, means he has been travelling a lot since I'm at the age of being left alone (with a babysitter)
but this summer break he invited me on one of his trips, to the Amazons. Which sounded awesome, getting shots
for the trip not withstanding.
The trip was boring during the commercial flight, but the helicopter ride to the checkpoint above the jungle was
awesome. Dad explained that we were actually going to camp with the tribe he had been working on the past years,
an almost unheard tribe in the heart of the Amazons called the Ciont'i. We would be staying with them, however
when I asked dad about my luggage he told me that I didn't need it because while my father was allowed to stay
since he had become a close friend to the Ciont'i, I should have to become one of the tribe if I wanted to stay.
That was quite a shocker, but I asked what had to do about the lack of luggage. Unluckily for me Cobar a native
youth around my age came into my father hut, wearing only a horn-like garment to cover his prick, and the
tiniest loincloth to cover his balls. He had to take me to the tribe leader the witch doctor, tomorrow since he
had been appointed my interpreter,