We arrived at the Huaorani community well after dark. This was the home of one of our porters, so it felt very special. I loved meeting the indigenous people. I spoke a few words in their native language of Wao. Their smiles and clapping hands let me know that they appreciated my efforts. For me, a marked experience happened when we visited a school where our guide distributed the gifts we brought for the children.
Once settled in our camp site, we could see the brightness of the moon through the nylon tent; comforting as a bedside light. The patter of rain, the monotonous chirps, clicks, and croaks sang our nighttime lullaby.
