by evening i was usually exhausted and by 3 or 4 pm wanted to find somewhere to rest for the night.. in the 8 days accross the desolate part of west kalimantan i slept in many dayak villages and also in employee camps for logging companies.. the dayak people are so friendly and foreigners almost never pass through their village (aside from logging and mining personel who pass through in s.u.v. with tinted windows).. usually the first person i would meet in any given village would offer that i spend the night in their home.. such warm people and always made me feel welcome, but sometimes i would catch eyes from one of the daughters always followed by a very stern look from the father!! also by now i was a pro at bathing in rivers and jokingly warned villagers of my abnormally white torso and thighs!!
i know it is not pc to say bad things about children, but this was the most evil little kid i have ever met!! he never spoke and spent all his time making weapons and killing animals, one time he even pointed a bow and arrow at me and the father just said 'he is a very bad child'.. when we ate a meal of jungle pig he was given the whole boiled head and ate it with his hands! he would stare at me while nawing on the head with the scariest look on his face.. the next morning i rode away thinking 'so this is what people like hitler, stalin, and george bush were like as children!!' 
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Holy cow! That's really scary- this reminds me of the kid in Tropic Thunder.
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