Kalunga community visit
05.03.2012 - 06.03.2012
Our next stop was calvacante, where we were to stay amongst the kalunga community. It's a remote community that weren't discovered until relatively recently.
The drive there was fairly interesting as we were travelling in dirt tracks which were a little flooded in places. You feel every little lump and bump in the road on these trucks so I can't say it was the most comfortable journey. I guess we didn't sign up for comfortable!
We arrived at the community to find a few huts spread across a fairly baron piece of land. We were greeted by the owner of the piece of land that we were to camp on. It was a really lovely spot, camping Ian circle around the huge tree, with most of us in a ring of tents and rudi in the middle on his hammock.
Whilst we were preparing lunch we heard the owner talking about how there was interest from the local tv station and they may make an appearance. We didn't think it would actually happen but it really did. This was only the third time they'd had dragoman trucks through their village and we'd got ourselves a bit of attention.
When the tv crew appeared they explained that many of the local community were trying to learn English to be able to interact with the tourists more when they arrived so they were excited about our visit. A couple of the group got interviewed and then we had to pretend to be given a talk by our guide whilst they did a speal about why we were there etc. it was all a bit awkward and uncomfortable so we were happy when were eventually allowed to go off on our walk to yet another waterfall.
We picked up a couple of sausage dogs along the way who decided to come with us to the waterfall. They were so cute. One was quite puppyish and the other really soppy. All of a sudden (whilst we were still being filmed walking away) one of the dogs started choking and we had to pull off an emergency rescue, finding a huge piece of bone caught in his mouth. All good again we carried on our walk.
We were told it was flat and ok to do in flip flops, but they lied. It was pretty steep and full of slippery rocks so most of us ended up doing it in flip flops. Even the dogs freaked out and we had to help them cross some of the streams with us. It's quite scary balancing in slippery rocks with a dog under your arm whilst surrounded by rapids flowing into a huge waterfall.
Anyway, we arrived safely to find a lovely spot with two waterfalls, one thin and tall which you could jump in from and the other wide and flatter which you could sit under. We chilled there for ages, soaking it all in and enjoying a lazy afternoon.
In the evening we headed out to a local "restaurant" where we were cooked dinner by the locals. Whilst we were waiting for dinner we walked over to another of the homes where they had a shop selling beers. We stocked up with enough to keep us going through dinner and then were given a shot of the locally brewed cachaca. It was very smooth but so strong. It burnt like hell for ages!
We walked back past the little church where we could here the congregation singing and the. Ticked into a really lovely dinner. Traditional food, chicken, beef, fish with rice and beans and some salad. There were also these little things which looked like new potatoes. Whilst we were inside they explained that they were the fruit from the trees that were all around the village and that there was a specific way to eat them as the centre was full of very fine needles that would stick in your tongue. Meanwhile Jarod and Anna have not listened and have raced back to the table and shoved the potatoes in and chewed on them, filling there mouths and tongues with spikes that we then had to remove one by one with a pair of tweezers!
After dinner we were joined by the family of the couple who had cooked for us and we chatted to them a little about their community. Sarah played with the kids for a while and they showed off their amazing hula hoop skills. We then retired to bed ready for an early departure the following day.