The Brasilian Amazon, part 3: The Passengers

The boat would stop along the way to drop off people and cargo. Sometimes we would stop in large towns, sometimes in small villages, and sometimes, as shown below, we would stop in a place with no more than one or two houses. Upon our arrival, the old woman pictured below ran outside, grabbed a broom and started frantically sweeping the dirt path. She then looked up with (mock)embarrassment and called out to the passengers on the boat that had she known we were coming she would have cleaned up. She then ran to a papaya tree, shook it a few times, gathered up an armful and started hurling them to grateful passengers.