We did go slower, but just standing, especially on inclines, was sore. I got a porter again and he was a big help (the are some female porters too, I just didn't have one). I knew we were going back to where we saw the pygmy yesterday, then veering off on another path. For some reason, it hadn't seemed so far up yesterday. When we got to the where the path splits off, the lady from yesterday was there with 2 more people about her age (whatever that is - even they don't know) and younger ones (I think one was in her teens and the other 20s).
The old man was hilarious - quite the actor. He started by showing us how they found bees nests and got the honey out. He claimed that bees poop and they follow it. He started a fire with just two sticks and smoked the [fake] bees out. He pretended to eat some of the honey and got "stung" a few times as he filled his bag with "honey".
Their clothes were made from tree pulp by removing the bark, stripping off just what was needed (by rolling thin strips off) and leaving it to renew its bark and live.

Everybody joined in to give us an example of traditional songs and dances. We were invited to join in if we wanted, but no one did.
They shared with us various herbs and there uses. Our guide confirmed that a few worked, but there was one that was hilarious: If you do something that you shouldn't have (like hit a person over the head and kill them), and you have eye witness testimony, you rub the plant all over your body and everyone will be convinced you are innocent and the judge will dismiss the case. (yeah, riiiiight)
Man of nine thousand deaths |
Bringing the deer & bow/arrows out |
What's amazing,is that the pygmies were living this way up until 1991, when the government took over their land to make a national forest. Some groups purchased neighboring lands, and they have been handed back to the pygmies. They stand on the fence between educating their kids in the schools, yet also teaching them their traditions and culture, so it is not lost. (Their original language is already lost.)
The way down the mountain was once again scary, but the porter made a point of showing me where to put my feet, as well as holding my hands most of the time to help me not slip and fall.
When we got back, I had a beer, iced my leg, and rested before dinner. After dinner, I took a pill to help with leg pain and sleeping. Glad to have a break for my knees, since I'm not sure I could do another day of walking.
Heading home tomorrow.