Xoco - Not just a bunch of dancers!
This wandering reporter heard that tribes would be gathering for some special event. I made my way by boat to Bloodbath Bay and followed the sounds from the river.
Quietly, I crept into the bushes, so I wouldn't disturb the native activity. I've learned on my many explorations that upsetting the indigenous people can be dangerous. Though this seemed to be a peaceful gathering, I found a darker secret, or accepted practice, flourishing with the Xoco as several "captives" made themselves known.
Why do I put quote marks around the word? The Xoco claim they are not truly captives, they are only held to protect them and to train them, before they are released. My version of this training seemed to lead to brainwashing, but no one would give me a straight answer.
The captives there spoke of how free they are now, freer than ever. One still wore the collar of her former "protector", apparently the Xoco can't relieve her of that heavy reminder, as her protector. This woman also believes wearing boots with the hooves of horses, while standing on her toes, will protect her from crocodile attacks while fishing. I won't use her name, so to protect those who I feel are innocents, unable to understand they truly are just slaves in sheep's clothing.
The Chieftess, Kang? Khaing? - I was only tossed a possible spelling from one of her adoring minions, seemed to hedge around the subject, her rum and lap partner had more importance. Though, she did later mention keeping them as concubines - possibly the poor female trapped in her arms.
While there, I received many threats to my own personal safety. They surrounded me, petting their precious weapons, offering their ideas of how they'd keep me, use me and at one point, a fierce looking woman warrior mentioned her whip. Did I mention this tribe is all women?
It sounds like a good plan, to unite against the tyranny men have overshadowed women with for so long, but not if you are just the same. Their threats might have come with teasing tones, but still I had to ask for an escort from the area.
A local officer, Sunisa had arrived and though she felt I was not in any danger, she led me unhappily away from the area. She didn't believe they had threatened me.
I think I learned less about the event than for future stories to come. The event- a mixed tribe story time with the Tapirape. I arrived after it had begun and listened to several interesting tales. That was the positive part, and a pleasure to hear how the teller's sold their stories to those there. If they continue to have these events, I would surely go again, but maybe with a bodyguard!
This roving reporter will follow up with this story and more!
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