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Most women who come from where I do seldom are afforded the opportunity to travel without their own money; minus a back up plan, decent qualifications, a model, air hostess figure or exquisite beauty. I've found my path dwindling via juxtaposition across various continents multiple times minus any of these benefits only by a prayer, wander lust for flight and the meta-physical power of the 'Secret' in my heart which seems to have worked in ways most feel is miraculously brave. Just recently I found myself paddling with a range of global indigenous rights' sorts activists across the Amazonian River towards and from the Sarayaku territory deep in the tropical rainforest. The plane landed in Quito, Ecuador via Paris from Cape Town and we were told to limit our luggage to 15 kilos to prevent the canoe from over turning from mass city-slicking accessorization. Initially it felt like being banished through 'Survivor' on to a distant island minus Western treats of excess; as a fasting exercise to help discipline the senses. Before we hit the boat we were dispersed onto a long distance bus for almost ten hours; and then into massive 4 X 4 collectives driving through the thick and slipperiness of mud slide residue, awe - inspiring organic greenery overload; different voices muttering, laughing and sharing full and broken conversations including jokes and expressions of love in Spanish and English. An array of participants from Guatemala, Mexico, Columbia, Bolivia, Chile, Venezuela, Kenya, Bangladesh, Nepal, Micronesia, Surinam, Brazil and South Africa formed the foundation of the 2019, 'Dejusticia' hosted formation; attending this fascinating workshop midst vibrant and intercultural movement in a non traditional sense of collaboration. Meeting the soft-long jet black haired indigenous women remains the highlight of my visit; them tattooing my face with plant extract substance gently positioned on my forehead, cheeks and nose with the end of a branch skillfully splintered with designs that shone majestically under the full moonlight. Adorning my neck, wrists, ankles, ears and neckline with bead-work which reminds one with an open mind to the times when Pangaea and Gondwanaland existed; as the Congo River Basin and Amazonian were closer now both the lungs of our world. The Afro-re-birthed designs echoing as an elder once shared remind her of how their ancestors especially the medicine men once; a long time ago, spoke about the spirit of the darker shade of people from the Mother continent being connected to their heritage in South America. The whispers and evidence of parallel snippets of connectivity continue to spur imagination.