Each Muria village had a different attire – feathers, flowers…an amazing amount of creativity seemed to go into their wearing apparel. The women had facial tattoos, displayed with pride. The tattoos serve a decorative value but also act as protective charms. …View image… I lost track of what tribe was which (with the exception of the Bison-Horn Maria) and started referring to them as: the “stilt” tribe; “pom-pom” tribe, “cow-bell” tribe, etc..
Driving to and from these areas were other sights to see…people cramming themselves into this little mini-taxi….View image… symetrical mounds of cow dung made into patties for fuel in the fields…View image…and a stop in a pottery village where the local potter whipped up a little pot for me on the spot which I graciously accepted and then had to hand-carry for the rest of the trip…View image
The villagers were very excited to see us and insisted on posing for photos.
Finally, on to the Muria village of Terdul where young Gotul members showed us a traditional dance. First an offering was made on the ground …
…and then the dancing began…
Off to the “yellow/shocking pink” village, even more colorful and respondent than the “cow/bell/stilt village”….View image
Back to Kanker Palace, two and one-half hours away by car. (No one travels in Bastar at night.) where Jai and Jolly had one last tribal dance scheduled for that evening. Major sensory overload!