Second Life TAPIRAPÉ Tribe

Naked Wednesday – Praise Fango!

April 29, 2026 / Tapi Writer

At noon, everyone gathered in camp for a very muddy Naked Wednesday. Catten had spent the day mixing pure healing mud, which was waiting in big tubs for the tribe.

Elder Karto the Mudwalker began the ceremony by telling the story of Fango, the demigod of the mudwalkers. After that, everyone joined in the mud bath, covering themselves in the cool healing mud and praising Fango.

Welcome to our sacred Wednesday, a tradition founded by the gods themselves, showing it to our ancestors , even older than Bubbah, the living ancestor .

Leave all clothes here , as the gods bless you as you are and see you as you are

today , we wil have a dofferent way of cleaning our souls

but first , i wanted to tell you , why we do that today

clears his throat ..i want to tell you a story

At a time , where the gods still walk between mortals , there was a small native village close to river banks.

The village was well known for their healers, and the young daughter of the chieftess , was the most gifted one, knowing all herbs and cures. And the village was happy and the chieftess very proud.

Once at dawn , dark thunderclouds raged with lightnings and roaring thunder on top of the nearby mountains and all Natives gathered in the chieftess hall for protection, during the whole dark night , raged the storm,

Despite their fears , and after lots of prayers ,in the morning , the sun went up again and the people continued with their daily duties .

The young chieftess Daughters duty guided her way to the River near the Village and the sandy banks , collecting fresh herbs , as she saw a body drifting half in water and laying half on the shoreline.

The body was dressed in shiny fabrics , she never saw before and his armor of best and hardest wood, decorated with shiny deep red rubies , and he still holds his night black, obsidian covered club in a tight grip.

he looked severly wounded

His eyes closed and no breathing was visible , so she hurried to him and started to examine Taking of his armor was difficult , but she managed it and placed it behind her , her hands on his skin ..to feel if still life was inside his body .

Deep wounds covering his skin, burned and torn flesh she saw, feeling no life anymore …just ..a slight spark was still inside him she felt with her heart.

loosing no time she moves his body , closer to the shore , covering it in leaves of herbs, starting to undress herself , as her hands shovel wet mud on his skin. The lively mud of a waterline , to cool his skin.

Picking maggots to place them on his open wounds to bite evil spirits away , as she learned from her Grandmother. She always said , living mud ..provides live :

She worked hard, with fast hands, her body also covered more and more in mud , as she catches leeches, maggots and others , to use it to heal him.

Her fingers wiggling in his wounds like little worms , crawling in his flesh , stroking his wounds , scratching itches away , like small maggots and giving him all power her young body could provide. After hours of her endless efforts , the managed to ignite the slight spark of life inside him with her own life source.

Feeling his overwhelming presence that slowly devours her soul ..mud, water ..and his energy slowly absorb her inner body, her soul , not strong enough, so she merged with him , her essences mixing up with the mud around and his mighty presence. Too late she recognized his godlike power taking her essence in.

aafter a while .She found herself in an endless void ..just the presence of that warrior close ..shining in a bright red Aura

His mighty voice thundering around her „you brought back Ekkekos son after his battle with thunder demons , you gave your life to save me …now we are like one, joining my sacred power ..joining your human flesh.

She was in fear and cried „I wanted to heal the Jungle , all living inside, and now I am dead and deep in Supays realms , lost in you and will fade away slowly unremembered „ as thick tears flowing down her cheeks .

The son of Ekkeko lifts her up and dried her tears „ you healed me with all your might,. with your soul itself you healed me with the powers of the river and mud , and all living there , you are the mud and all powers inside and so we will walk from now on the mundane earth sharing our powersI

I am Ekkekos son, a fierce powerful fighter . And you will walk as a healer covered in your powerful mud , and heal all around you forever…

What is your name ? He asks, ..the young girl stays silent , pondering about all happening ..as she finally replies… My name is Fango !

And so Fango the Mud goddess came into our world. Demigod and half human..surrounded by her healing tools, Mud .worshipped by maggots, worms and leeches . Frogs sing her song when she walks bye

Snakes curl in devotion, and where she walks ..all fell better …not cleaner, but better …

smiles looking at Catten ” that is thereason we honor today, Fango the mud godess with a mud bath ..

Goddess of all Moor bathes

bams ..the power of dirt my dear Elder …

raises his arms “Praise Fango ..goddess of mud healers “

Taupéicha!

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Unclothed native woman kneels and rubs clay on a shirtless villager in the Tapirapé jungle camp

Dancers topless form a circle and dance in a jungle camp clearing as villagers watch

Unclothed native woman sits in a shirtless villager's lap at the jungle camp

Once everyone was properly muddy, Batu hosted a short trivia round which was won by Stella, before Shui brought out the drums and filled the camp with music. We ended the day dancing together in the mud, messy, happy, and not cleaner but definitely better.

Story for the Women of Amazon

April 28, 2026 / Tapi Writer

At the Xoco storytelling, there were not many Tapi stories this time. However, Whisper did have a fun one that brought a lot of laughter and comments.

Native woman topless with feather headdress stands by thatched huts in the jungle camp

Women of the rainforest have always found ways to gather together. Beneath the wide leaves of great jungle trees, beside slow-moving rivers, they sat in circles weaving baskets, painting their skin with berry dyes, braiding one another’s hair, and speaking from the heart. These gatherings were not only for work, but for sharing feelings, laughter, teasing stories, and truths that could not always be spoken during the busy rhythm of village life.

Sometimes the women gathered while others hunted deep in the forest or fished along the riverbanks. Sometimes they met during the full moon, when silver light touched the canopy and the night insects sang their endless songs. The women knew that laughter carried medicine of its own. A funny story could loosen sadness, chase away anger, and remind a weary spirit that life still held delight and surprise.

They believed laughter awakened the body. It lifted heavy thoughts, brightened tired eyes, and stirred warmth deep inside the chest. It was joyful, alive, and shared freely among women who trusted one another. And so, when the fire burned low and everyone leaned closer to listen, stories such as this one were told.

Long ago, there lived a clever but troublesome Capuchin Monkey. No creature in the jungle could decide whether he was brilliant or foolish. He was quick with tricks, skilled at stealing fruit, and known for finding ways into places he did not belong. He could fool birds into revealing hidden fruit trees and distract others long enough to take what he wanted.

But the monkey was also lazy. He loved sleeping in warm branches after eating too much fruit. He preferred naps to work and mischief to responsibility. If something strange happened in the rainforest, most creatures quietly suspected the monkey had been nearby.

One afternoon, after eating far too many sweet figs, the monkey stretched himself along a thick branch high above the forest floor. Warm air drifted through the leaves while insects hummed in the distance. Bright parrots called from the treetops, and somewhere below, frogs croaked near the river’s edge. Soon the monkey fell into a deep and heavy sleep.

As he slept, his cock grew restless. It had followed the monkey everywhere for many years and had grown tired of always staying in one place. It longed for adventure and wished to see the rainforest for itself. Quietly, while the monkey snored softly overhead, it slipped away and began hopping through the jungle on its own.

At first, the journey felt wonderful. The cock bounced over roots, crossed soft moss, and passed beneath hanging vines. It startled butterflies into the air and traveled through patches of sunlight that broke through the canopy above.

Along the way, it met a curious toucan perched on a branch. “Where are you going all alone?” asked the toucan. “Exploring,” the cock replied proudly, continuing on its way.

Further along, it passed a sleepy sloth hanging upside down from a tree. “You seem to be in a hurry,” said the sloth slowly. “There is too much world to see,” the cock answered, hopping deeper into the forest.

The jungle became thicker as the cock traveled. Giant leaves blocked the light, vines curled from branch to branch, and strange flowers hung heavy in the humid air. Everything smelled of wet earth and rain. Lost in the excitement of adventure, the cock failed to notice where it was going.

Then, without warning, the cock landed directly in a hidden patch of stinging jungle plants. Instantly came loud cries of pain. The leaves burned and prickled sharply, covering everything in tiny stings. “Ow! Help! Help!” the cock shouted, wriggling helplessly among the plants.

The sound echoed through the rainforest. High above, the monkey woke with a snort. At first he blinked in confusion, still sleepy from his nap. Then he looked down and quickly realized something important was missing.

With a panicked cry, the monkey scrambled down the tree as fast as he could. He rushed through the undergrowth, pushing aside branches and leaves while holding himself awkwardly as he ran. He followed the cries deeper into the forest until he burst into a small clearing.

There, tangled among the stinging plants, was his runaway cock. The monkey groaned and shook his head. Carefully, and with great gentleness, he lifted the cock free from the sharp leaves. He soothed the cock, apologized many times for sleeping so deeply, and finally placed the cock back where it belonged.

The monkey felt relieved, but the jungle plants had left their mark. From that day forward, the sting never fully disappeared. Sometimes it faded, sometimes it returned, but the itch remained forever.

And that, the women would say with knowing smiles around the fire, is why men sometimes wander close with that restless look in their eyes … because somewhere deep inside, that old rainforest itch has never truly gone away. The cock has been itchy to wander, ever since its first foolish adventure through the jungle.

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Initiation of Kart into the Elder Council

April 22, 2026 / Tapi Writer

Many tribe members and friends gathered to celebrate Kart’s initiation into the council of elders. It was a special day for him and for the whole tribe, with everyone coming together to honor his new place among the elders.

Whisper and Summer led the ceremony, welcoming Kart with blessings and kind words. After that, many people stepped forward to say nice things about him and to share why he is so valued in the tribe and by friends beyond it.

Summer claps her hands to get everyone’s attention, then lifts her voice so it carries across the camp “Tonight, the jungle watches and the spirits listen… The ancestors lean close and we gather not to raise a warrior. Not to crown a king. Not to place one above another. But we gather to honor one who has already walked beside us…One who has carried the tribe quietly and one who stayed when storms came. One who stood when others rested. Tonight, we call Kart to the sacred fire.”

Whispering Wind raises hands ” i will call now the spirits of witness”

Whispering Wind: calls loud “Ancestors of Tapi, old spirits of vine and root, keepers of memory, watch this moment. We ask you to witnessand we ask you to guide and to place your blessing upon Karto. Let the jungle know his name and let the rivers remember his footsteps. Let the tribe know he walks now as Elder.”

Whispering Wind looks around to each tribe member and friends and says in an inquisitive tone” Why Karto deserves this honor?

Whispering Wind walks slowly around Kart. “Kart is chosen not because he demanded honor. Kart is chosen because honor followed him. He is reliable.and when Wednesday came, Kart came. When others were tired, Karto stood. When the Shamana walked with spirits or rested from heavy fumes in her head, Karto kept the fire alive.”

Whispering Wind smiles and looks around. “The tribe never stood empty. The stories never stopped and the circle was never forgotten. He carries creativity like a jungle bird carries song. and he sees paths where others see vines. Karto brings laughter where fear gathers and he tells stories that make us shiver, cringe, laugh, and remember.”

Whispering Wind: me points to the goats. “The goats know his smell. The mud knows his footsteps and Tasa the cat perks her ears with curious amusement whenever he speaks, as if she too waits to hear what story he will tell next.”

Whispering Wind opens arms. “The tribe and our Xoco sisters know his kindness. Karto has walked as scout and he knows the whispers between tribes and hears gossip carried on jungle wind. He understands people.”

Whispering Wind gestures toward Kart, one hand on her heart. “He is friendly and humorous. He is caring and loved. He is not Elder because he seeks power. He is Elder because he already carries responsibility.”looks up to the sky “The gods and ancestors trust him. And so, tonight, the tribe trusts him too.”

Whispering Wind: “karto now get prepared for the blessings”

Summer kneels down and takes some sacred mud in her hands and moves towards kart to place a mark upon is forehead …”This mud carries the paths you walked. It remembers every step. You are tied to tribe, to jungle, to memory.”

Summer then traces the mud upon his shoulders with quiet care …”These shoulders carry stories. These shoulders carry people. These shoulders carry responsibility.”

Summer finally presses mud over Kart’s heart, her touch steady and reverent… “This heart belongs to the tribe… May it remain kind… May it remain brave… May it remain open.” she says smiling towards him

Whispering Wind takes the jungle leaves into her hands and brushes them gently over Kart’s shoulders and arms. “Leaves carry the breath of the jungle. They whisper of growth, of patience, of seasons that return again and again.”

Whispering Wind: “these are leaves and seeds from the jungle”

Whispering Wind softly lets a few leaves fall around him. “May you bend without breaking. May you remain rooted even when winds change. May your wisdom grow like vines reaching toward the sun. May the tribe always find shade and comfort beneath your presence.”

Summer moves towards the bowl of jungle water and dips her fingers into it …moving once more closer to Kart she lets a few drops fall over Kart as she shakes her fingers over his head and torso. “Water cleans old paths… Water opens new paths…Water carries life… May your mind remain clear… May your wisdom grow… May your spirit stay balanced.”

Whispering Wind places both hands upon Kart’s shoulders. “By jungle and by ancestors…By spirits and by tribe… I bless you… From this night onward, you walk as Elder of the Tapi….May your stories continue.and may your laughter remain loud…. May your wisdom grow like roots beneath old trees.and may your footsteps always return home. The tribe sees you, the ancestors know you, and the jungle accepts you.”

Summer gestures toward the campfire ground where the small stones have been placed. “Each tribe member has placed a small stone on the campfire ground. Each stone represents something that the tribe sees in Kart “

Whispering Wind picks up a stone. “This represents trust.”

[12:19] Summer (summergentlewhisper) reaches down and picks up one of the small stones… “This represents memory.” she says lifting it up for all to see

Whispering Wind chooses another stone”This represents memory.”

Summer reaches to the same place and picks up another small stone in between her left fingers… “This represents respect.”

Whispering Wind: picks another stone “This represents friendship.”

Summer reaches over the pile of stones once more and picks up another one “This represents storyteller.”

Whispering Wind picks up a stone. “This represents shared responsibility.”

Summer draws another small stone from the ground into her hand…”This represents reliability.”

Whispering Wind: grabs another stone “This represents Keeper of Wednesdays.”

Summer reaches to the ground for the last time and lifts the final small stone into her hand… “And this represents Elder”

Summer smiles and jumps back up saying..”Now each person can come near hold a stone in hand and speak a short word about Kart.”

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Khaing Zar: Kart, may the blessing of light be upon you, light on the outside and light on the inside. With Lord Inti’s sunlight shining on you, may your heart glow with warmth like a turf fire that welcomes friends and strangers alike. May the light of the Lord Inti shine from your eyes like a candle in the window, welcoming the weary traveller. You have the blessings of my tribe.

Goo: “Brothers, sisters, honored elders of the Tapirapé, Xocós, guests and spirits who listen from the trees and the river. I stand before you as

Goo, Xocó Xama, Elder and part time ambassador, sent by my people, but also guided here by something older: friendship.”

Goo: Today, we do not simply mark the passing of time. We witness the rising of a man into the circle of elders. A circle not drawn by age alone, but by wisdom, endurance, and the stories carried in the bones.

Goo: Kart, my friend, I have known you not just as a scout or hunter, but as a man who listens … even when the forest whispers things others would rather not hear. Especially when those whispers have eight legs

Goo: Yes … let it be said here, before all. While others see spiders and step back, Kart leans closer. While others hear a rustle in the dark and think ‘danger’, Kart thinks, ‘ah … a good story is about to begin.’

Goo: And what stories you tell. Stories that make the children hide behind their mothers, and then peek out again, because they cannot resist. Stories that crawl under the skin, like the very creatures you admire. This … too … is wisdom.

Goo: Because an elder is not only one who comforts, but one who teaches others to face what frightens them, and maybe … even laugh at it.

Goo: And speaking of things that make others step back, Kart, you have mastered another rare art. While warriors sharpen their weapons, you … cover yourself in mud. Not just a little, no. You become the mud.

Goo: A spirit of earth, a walking riverbank. The insects flee. The people … also sometimes flee. But the forest? The forest recognizes one of its own.

Goo: This is not madness, this is strategy. And perhaps … a very effective way to enjoy some peace and quiet.

Goo: And then – there are the goats. Ah, the goats. I will not pretend I fully understand this sacred bond that all Tapirapé seem to share with these stubborn, noisy creatures. But I have seen Kart among them – calm, patient, almost speaking their language.

Goo: Maybe … that is the final test of an elder – to be respected not only by people, but by goats as well. If that is true – then Kart has long been ready.

Goo: My friend, you stand today not at the end of a path, but at the place where your path becomes guidance for others.

Goo: You will be watched.

Goo: You will be listened to.You will be asked for stories, for judgment, for strength.

Goo: And I know you will answer – with wisdom …

Goo: with laughter …

Goo: and perhaps … with a spider tale at exactly the wrong moment.

Goo: As a representative of the Xocós, I bring respect from my people.

Goo: As your friend, I bring something more simple – I’m proud of you.

Goo: May your steps remain steady, your stories grow ever stranger, your mud ever thick, and your goats … always cooperative.
Welcome, Kart – Elder of the Tapirapé. And feel the blessing of Lord Inti, god of sun.

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Catten Carter: I’ll make this short, so we also have time for dancing… “, looks serious at Kart

Catten Carter: Kartooo… during your time in our tribe, a lot has happened, and there have been many memorable moments. Belleniko’s medical skills spring to mind, spiders, mud… you always manage to give us something new to talk about.

Catten Carter: First, you were a prospect, and you did that role well. You cleaned the pot more times than any other prospect. After that, you spent a long time as a scout. And now, you are an elder.

Catten Carter: Honestly, it already feels like you fit the role of elder better than you ever fit the role of scout. I may have learned more about what happened in the jungle from our cat than from you, but whenever the tribe has needed you, you have been there.

Catten Carter: You have always stepped in, helped out, and shared your opinion on how the tribe should be run…. And that is very… elderly.

Catten Carter: Welcome to our little group. I’m excited for you to take a seat with us at the elder council.

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Kwanita: “May the ancestors walk by your side,
may the forest recognize your voice,
and may your heart remain straight and strong.

We honor you, Elder Kart.”

Sнū’i 신지 sets the drums to autoplay and steps forward, “I’d wish to say a few words, too, and, “he squints at Goo, “I will make it short”

Sнū’i 신지 giggles at the little gift from Tasa and eyes Kart, “I haven’t prepared anything, but let me say this…”

Sнū’i 신지: “You’ve always been a great friend.. you are reliable.. yes, you tease, but you support your tribe, you helped me more than you think, and you deserve to become an Elder today.. I am honored to know you and be your friend!”

Sнū’i 신지 bows to Kart, “Taupéicha”

Kart first of all Thanks to all Elders around , Whispering, Catten Summer, Kwanita and Bubbah,
Thank you my family , thank you all Xoco and thank you all friends for coming .

Kart: May the gods bless our tribe you all, and be always with us

Kart: Never thought to be an Elder …

Kart: Tapirape is my family, and I feel so very honored to support our tribe, on every occasion possible
I am blessed to have found such a place in the big Amazon jungle.
Such a family on Elders, Sisters and brothers …xerimbaos …and all belonging to us

Kart: I am blessed to have good friends also at other tribes , like chieftess Kyra from Tarayuna , Cookie and Goo , most loveliest Xamas of Xoxo , shui , Micke ..just to name a very few.

Kart: I found a home here, happiness , peace …and the best mud ever in Amazon..

Kart: I feel so proud and very happy to belong here , a place founded by our ancestors. A place made my home by our Elders and the whole family
Now it is my part to help to continue that good work.

Kart: All I will be,

Kart: A hand supporting friends and family
A hand helping

Kart: A hand hunting
A hand defending
A hand collecting

Kart: A hand comforting

Kart: A voice to speak for the weak
A Voice to speak for traditions

Kart: A Voice for the wellbeing of our tribe
A voice speaking for Sisters and brothers and friends

Kart: A voice Speaking for nature and all animals living there
A voice speaking for our allies

Kart: A voice speaking for all , that are gone

Kart: A really Big thank you to all you have come giving such a great moment to me

Kart: Taupeicha !

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[12:48] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): steps by goats, clears voice

[12:49] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): “A little song for Kart”

[12:49] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): That old Karto went wandrin out
One wet and rainy day
Upon a hill he rested
As he went along his way

When all at once a mighty herd
Of hungry goats he saw
Munchin’ through the ragged grass
And up a clouded draw

Their mouths were full and chewing
And their hooves all smeared with mud
Their horns were pointy twisty
And their goat breath made him numb

A bolt of fear went through him
As they chewed their way along
For he saw the goats come munching hard
And he heard their constant Baaaaah

Tapirape oh
Tapirape ey
Goat tenders on the bay

Their faces tanned
Their eyes were bright
Their bare skin soaked with sweat
They’re working hard to feed that herd
But they ain’t fed ’em yet

‘Cause they’ve got to work forever
In their village on the bay
To feed Goats always hungry
As they chew on, hear their cry

As the herders went on by him
He heard one call his name
If you wanna save our goats
From hunger and distress

Then, Karto, change your ways today
And with us you will work
Trying to feed the goatie herd
Above the

[12:49] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): Bloodbath Bay

Tapirape oh
Tapirape ey
Goat tenders on the bay
Goat tenders on the bay

[12:50] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): Tapirape oh
Tapirape ey

[12:51] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): bows to Elder Kart

[12:54] Jar Eel (jareelmoon): Goat Lullaby 🙂

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Naked Wedensday with Statistics

April 15, 2026 / Tapi Writer

This Naked Wednesday we gathered by the river as Mudwalker Kart led us into a ritual of listening and connection. Calling out to the forest, river, wind, and ancestors, he reminded us to breathe together and remain one, with the group echoing his words in a simple, shared moment.

Afterwards we bathed in the river — including a proper wash for Tasa — before Micke and Batu hosted a sex! statistics quiz, won by Sunisa with Kwanita and a close lead. We closed the evening with Shui on the drums and dancing in camp, ending another Naked Wednesday relaxed and in good company.

Naked Wednesday with Kart, Kyra, Micke and Batu

April 8, 2026 / Tapi Writer

This Naked Wednesday we gathered by the river, hosted by Mudwalker Kart with help from Kyra. Kart opened with a short reflection on how shared rituals and social activities help keep tribes connected, before we went to the water to bathe and clean ourselves.

While in the river, Micke and Batu hosted a quiz about genitals, which brought plenty of laughs. Sunisa and the Xocos clearly dominated that topic in knowledge. We ended the evening dancing our selves dry around the fire with Shui playing drums for us all.

Naked Wednesday – Batu’s Amazon Quiz

February 25, 2026 / Tapi Writer

This Naked Wednesday we began, as we often do, gathered in the camp. What started as a quiet moment together soon turned into spontaneous dancing, as the rhythm caught us and feet began to move almost on their own.

Villagers unclothed form a circle around a fire in the jungle camp

Unclothed native woman extends her arms by the communal fire in the jungle camp

Unclothed native woman leans back as a shirtless villager holds her in the jungle camp

Unclothed villagers dance around a campfire in the jungle camp

After a while we made our way to the water, where the Shaman offered a short prayer before we stepped in. Batu, taking a well deserved break from his Carnival contest duties, then hosted an Amazon quiz in the river. Sunisa claimed a clear victory, scoring 22 apples while we bathed.

Native women topless bathe in a lotus-filled pool at the jungle camp

Unclothed native woman raises a staff with a bird at the jungle riverbank as villagers gather for a ritual

Native woman unclothed is embraced by a shirtless man in a shallow river with villagers bathing

Unclothed villagers wade and kneel in a shallow river at the jungle camp during a dusk ritual

With minds tested and spirits high, we returned to the fire. There, in the warmth of the flames, we danced ourselves dry in the circle, skin glowing in the firelight and movements settling into the steady rhythm of the evening.

Unclothed villagers dance around a fire in the jungle camp

Jungle director Vassario Scorcese

February 23, 2026 / Tapi Writer

August meets a very serious frog… but the frog is not serious at all.

They stare at each other like two ancient jungle chiefs deciding important frog business. In Tapi tradition, this means: friendship approved.
Very powerful. Very green. Very ribbit.

Whispering Wind tries to be a wise and powerful shamana…

Zazulu tries to be a professional troublemaker. There is spirit. There is jungle. There is small chaos.

But mostly there is cuteness and monkey energy.

Both movies from
Vassario Banana-Leaf Productions

The Carnival Ball

February 22, 2026 / Tapi Writer

Dancers in colorful feathered costumes perform on the jungle stage at the Tapirapé carnival camp

The Tapi finished Carnival Month by hosting this year’s Grand Carnival Ball, bringing the season of celebration to a perfect close. It was an evening filled with colors, feahters and music.

Native woman topless with blue feather wings walks across a confetti-strewn wooden plaza in the jungle camp

Villager unclothed and native woman unclothed dance on a confetti-strewn festive jungle stage

Summer beautifully decorated the venue, creating a festive and elegant setting for the night. Whisper and Catten, together with Carnival Caller Batu, arranged the program and organized the contest to find the best carnival outfit and crown our King and Queen. Contestants registered, stepped onto the podium, and proudly presented their outfits to the gathered crowd.

Dancer wearing a harness and feathered headdress with white body paint poses on a wooden stage in the jungle camp

Native woman with feathered headdress dances on a platform amid colorful streamers in the jungle camp

Dancers in colorful feather headdresses perform on a confetti-strewn wooden stage in the jungle camp

Native woman in a corset and feathered wings adjusts her mask on the jungle camp stage

Silvia kept the energy high with awesome music throughout the evening. Kwanita and Micke both appeared in their finest dress and looked every bit ready for a royal title. As the votes were counted, it was Riven and Merek from Bastards who claimed the crowns and won the prizes.

Topless native woman and native woman in beaded costume hold trophies on a flower-strewn jungle stage

Unclothed native woman poses with a small monkey on her shoulder in the ritual clearing

A joyful and fitting ending to Carnival Month, and a celebration that showed once again what can be created when the community comes together. Thanks everyone who participated!

You can read an article about the ball at the Amazon River Sun

Naked Wednesday with Carnival Quiz

February 18, 2026 / Tapi Writer

Villagers topless gather around a campfire in the jungle clearing

This Naked Wednesday we gathered by the river for a special Carnival-themed ritual. The Shaman led us into the water and offered a prayer to Tupa, asking for protection, joy, and strong spirits as Carnival approaches.

Native woman unclothed raises a spear and spreads her arms at a jungle ritual clearing

The bathing area had been carefully fenced in to keep the piranhas at a safe distance, allowing everyone to relax and enjoy the river without unexpected interruptions. Even Tasa ended up getting a proper bath, while Kart tried his best to hide behind the rocks and avoid the water.

While we bathed, Quira hosted a Carnival quiz, testing our knowledge and keeping the energy lively. After several good answers and close calls, Amaritz claimed the victory.

Native woman topless wearing a horned skull mask wades in the jungle pool as a ginger cat swims nearby

Jungle cat stands alert by a torch while a native woman trims fruit at the jungle camp

Villagers unclothed wade and converse in the shallow river by the cave entrance at the jungle camp

We ended the evening back in camp with dancing, as Catten played music for everyone on his newly acquired radio, closing another Naked Wednesday with rhythm and good company.

Carnival Float Parade 2026

February 16, 2026 / Tapi Writer

Dancers in feathered headdresses parade along the wooden pier at the jungle carnival

The Tapi once again hosted this year’s Amazon Float Parade, with close to 90 participants and 17 floats taking part overall.

Native woman topless wears a red feathered headdress and wings while standing in the jungle camp

Dancers in colorful feathered costumes circle a campfire in the jungle clearing

Catten and Whisper coordinated the parade, and Summer handled the decorations.

The parade departed from Gallivant’s Clearing, and notably five Tapi floats participated this year, a strong showing from the tribe. Kart brought a humorous flamingo Angry Birds float. Kwanita presented an impressive jaguar carnival float. August featured an enormous frog as the centerpiece of his build. Beda created a toucan camp float, and Micke rounded out the Tapi entries with his Monks Conspiracy float.

Dancer in ornate feather headdress stands on a leaf raft before a giant frog at the riverbank

Topless dancer steers a raft past a warning banner on the river through the jungle camp

Unclothed person lies on a giant banana while a dancer in feathered headdress steers a wheel on a floating raft at riverbank

Native woman topless steers a wooden wheel on a decorated raft along the jungle riverbank with parrots and monkeys

At noon, the flotilla began its journey along the Amazon River before docking at Bloodbath Bay. There, the judges interviewed each participant while spectators gathered, danced, and enjoyed carnival music provided by Silvia.

Dancers in feathered costumes dance under a bamboo canopy at the jungle camp by the waterfall

Topless villager wades in a fish tank exhibit on the jungle riverbank stage

Native woman topless wearing a feathered headdress and wings dances on the river dock at the jungle camp

The judges were Bubba, Leona, Waneley, and Tan. After reviewing all 17 floats, they awarded first place to Kwanita and Khaing, and second place to Kerity, Captain No Legs (Bitey), and Shui. The overall quality of the floats made it difficult to rank them, so the remaining participants shared a joint third place cash prize.

Native woman in a gold bikini poses with yellow feathered wings on the jungle camp dance floor

Two native women, one topless and one wearing a floral headdress and gown, pose at the jungle camp

Dancers perform on a confetti-strewn jungle camp stage while villagers watch by the river

After the judging concluded, the event continued with dancing and socializing by the river, closing another successful year for the Tapi float parade.

See all the floats here: https://amazon-river-in-sl.blogspot.com/2026/02/amazon-river-float-contest-2026.html

Thanks to everyone that participated!