Rafa cut down and carved out everything on his land with only his Machete. He was a master with that thing. I got decently skilled at it by the end of the week, but I lack a lifetime of practice.
My first day up the mountain, I was tired, put down my bag and sighed a sigh of relief. Immediately 3 members of the tribe tossed me a machete and said “Come on! Let’s go clear a field!”
I pulled myself up off the ground and followed them to a steep mountainside blanketed in nothing but Jungle. It didn’t look like a field to me.
We chopped every tree down and cleared all the brush from that mountainside. They taught me how to cut down a tree with one swipe. By the top, my hands were a bloody pulp. I had to keep working. I was the first person to ever be let into their community to work. I couldn’t let my fellow gringos’ reputation down.