You start pounding out a fairly good imitation of the rhythm they were playing. Maybe that work as a drummer in school will finally pay off. it sure didn't pay off back when you thought your band was going to make it big.
One of the natives joins in and then another and soon everybody is pounding away on the drums. This goes on until you begin to wonder if it is all they do, but the old man raises his hands and everybody stops drumming.
There is a commotion outside and you see more villagers entering the village. Maybe they were down by the river washing clothes or catching fish. Some of the boys have strings of fish.
You realize the clothes washing angle is not too likely. There are not many clothes being worn. But obviously they were off somewhere doing something.
Seeing the fish makes you realize how hungry you are. You get the old man's attention and pretend you are eating something. He doesn't understand, but one of the women does and chatters something at one of the girls. Soon a basket of yellow fruit is placed before you. You try one. They taste good.
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