Fishing in the Amazon River (part 21)
A ray of sunshine caresses the opening of the stilt house, Myriam's face. It wakes her up.
It's downstairs; as usual, another huge buzz. The tribesmen are bound to get up at the crack of dawn.
Myriam looks down through the opening. Once again, the women are busy with breakfast for the whole tribe.One of them waves to Myriam. Myriam waves back enthusiastically.
“What friendly people,” she must think, “They don't object at all to just lying in their hammocks in the morning and just prepare their breakfast without further ado.
They are really very social.“Our civilized world is a long way from that,” she continues to think.