I cook for you, Alex, and Sm'as, Sm'ullog and So'blib cook for other gods. As she says this three absolutely perfect women step forward and smile at us. Five hours later we walk into their village which is at the other end of the beach where another stream empties. What the hell, in moments were surrounded by nearly a hundred young women with flowers in their hair which, we figure, is local for formal wear. Right away So'dorf, Sm'ullog, So'blib and Sm'as take our arms and lead us to the largest of the cookfires and have us sit in the warm white sand.
Dinner turns out to be fish and roots.
The fish is great, although some salt or lemon would be nice and the roots totally suck. Unfortunately, our hostesses appeared to have a significant portion of their egos invested in the meal being a hit. We ate the roots and asked for more. No more, they tell us with regret. Too much will cause our bowels to loosen.