You walk closer to the village. The huts are made of cleverly woven plants. Like big baskets, you think.
The noise of the drums is coming from the largest hut. You push aside the woven curtain that covers the entrance. The drumming comes to a sudden stop.
Inside the hut a dozen pair of eyes fixate on you. "Uhhh... Hi!" you say, giving them your best smile.
You are glad they are humans. But they don't smile back. They turn to look at an old man with a bald head and he speaks to you, but his words are gibberish to you.
You decide to give them the "Me Tarzan, you Jane" routine but, when you pound your chest, you remember that you don't remember your name. You shrug your shoulders and smile sheepishly. For some reason the shoulder shrug sets the natives to talking amongst themselves.
The old man speaks again. He seems to be talking louder and slower. Finally he shrugs his shoulders. You don't understand what he means, but you match his gesture with a shrug of your own. Again the natives engage in animated chatter with each other.
You pick up one of their drums and inspect it. You tap a little beat on it with your hand and the room suddenly grows quiet. Uncertain what to do, you decide to try to imitate the rhythm you heard them playing when you entered the village.
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