"..Morning listeners..if you just tuned in, .i've just come down from the highlands
I'm now in amongst the natives of McGarrett plains,
For those who know their geography, i'm just past the fork in the river,
the french named D'iabetes..at a place known locally as 5.7
Natives seem friendly.
Rumour has it they are dangerous and a blood thirsty lot.
They are supposed to smother themselves in Fat, and dance around naked worshipping raw chicken
and can go from happy to grumpy in the space of a meal,
a curse said to be laid on them by the devils assistant, Shughaar.
The day starts with the morning ceremony of worship
the tribe gather and in shows of bravery and trust in their chosen Lord, LoKarbi
they pierce their skins and exclaim in high pitch the amount they shed.
It is, so legend has it.. how this part of McGarrett Plains got it's name.
I admit to being worried, yet honoured
The chief elders ...Iron spurs, Haribo, Mother of Penguins, DoneLm and Old but not broken
have invited me to tomorrows ceremony.....
despite that , meeting the OOhhmif-inga tribe has been a revelation.
Kind, friendly caring, willing to share with me, an absolute stranger.. and outsider to boot.
but fiercely defensive of their way of life, so i'm trying to fit in, but if i'm honest
apart from all the blood letting, it's like anywhere else..so far..
More after tomorrows ceremony.....i hope :***:
till then travel safe,
& be kind to strangers "
we were all one once..