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Outside Magazine, November 2008
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The Texas Chainsaw Stopper (cont.)

John Cain Carter: Conserving the Amazon
João Carlos and Marina Lutz at Fazenda Santo Antonio (João Canziani)

WHAM!

"This sucks!"

Bang!

"I hate it! It's a pain in the ass!"

Carter's trying—and failing—to dodge potholes on a rain-soaked dirt runway. We've just dropped in on yet another Carter partnership, with the Kamayurá tribe, which he befriended in 1996. The remote village is now a regular stop on Brazilian Adventure Travel's itinerary, the ecotourism business Carter established in 1997 with Kika and an old college buddy, Dwayne House, 42.

A swarm of naked children and a few men wearing nothing but beaded waistbands, digital wristwatches, and a red dye that makes their bodies look like they've been dipped in cherry Kool-Aid tentatively approach the plane.

The men and children lead us to a hut on the shores of massive Lake Ipazu, where the four of us devour the smoked peacock bass one of the men has served on a bed of manioc flatbread. The Johnsons and I don't speak Tupi or Portuguese, and the villagers don't speak English, so we mostly smile.

"Have you ever heard of global warming?" I ask Cotia, our thirty-something tribal guide, who has curly hair and zero body fat and is in training to become a shaman.

"The chief knows," Cotia tells me, with Carter translating. But then he adds, "The rains started two months late and now it's not supposed to be raining, but it is."

"Yeah, they know what global warming is," says Carter.

The Kamayurá live in the southern part of the seven-million-acre Xingu reservation, home to 6,000 Indians from 15 ethnic groups. From the air, the village is a two-hour flight midway between Fazenda Santo Antonio and Fazenda Esperança. By land, it takes 12 hours via river and jeep to get here from the nearest town. Ninety-five percent of the 500 or so locals have never left the village, but today chief Kotok Kamayurá attended a festival at a neighboring village and hasn't yet returned.

About a dozen thatched huts housing three to six families each circle the sacred men's hut in the center of the village. On the periphery are a school, a clinic, tiled bathrooms with showers and toilets that Carter built to accommodate tourists, and an open-air hut on the lakeshore, where we string our hammocks to camp out for the night.

John Cain Carter: Conserving the Amazon
On Carter's ranch (João Canziani)

Carter first visited here 12 years ago. He decided to stay a month. "I wanted to figure out how to help them put value in their culture," he says.

The tribe, best known for its beautiful jewelry, didn't know how to count, so Carter helped them itemize their arts and crafts and came up with a price list. Then he started flying in small groups of high-dollar tourists to buy the jewelry. The program has been so successful—the tourist fees ($450 per person), plus the income the Indians generate by selling their crafts, covers close to 30 percent of the tribe's total annual operating costs—that now nearby villages want a similar system.

"This is one of the best-preserved tribes in the Amazon," says Carter. "They live in the middle of all these ranchers and farmers and haven't been beaten into submission. Ask any villager and they'll tell you that they don't want to leave."

Just when I start getting used to the idea that this may be a culture that can live without Facebook, the chief pulls up in a massive flatbed truck. Kotok is about 50, has a Beatles-style bowl cut, and is wearing flip-flops, khaki shorts, and a T-shirt. He's smoking a cigarette and looks like a surfer.

About five minutes after Kotok arrives, he strips naked, but keeps the cigarette. Four members of a Brazilian documentary film crew came with the chief in the truck. The little kids pull up an assortment of chairs near the tailgate to watch them unload their gear. The crew is here for two weeks to tape video for a piece that will ultimately become an art installation in a museum in Brasília.

When the director, Álvaro Andrade Garcia, finds out that the gringo in the Wranglers is John Carter, a man he's been tracking for months because he's a rancher sympathetic to the plight of the Indians and a passionate conservationist, he sits Carter down for an interview.

In Portuguese with the camera rolling, Carter spreads his sound bite to the world: "Ranchers aren't devils!" he says. "The real responsibility lies on the backs of the government, a task they fail to shoulder. But along with white landowners, Indians have an important role to play in Amazonian conservation. Twenty-five percent of it is in their control. But they, like whites, need financial incentives!"

Tacumã, the village shaman, who's sitting under a tree next to the film crew, slowly nods in agreement.




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