In my last year at Uni (last century) I did an anthropology course Anth 101. (Sounds like the name of a BBQ CD Best of...)
One of the (many) useless things we had to do was write a story about a tribe (creativity!!) from the perspective of one of the tribal members. I picked a tribe from the Amazon called the Yanamanno or Yannimato or whatever. The name roughly translates as the 'Real People' and yes they ingest an ungodly amount of drugs. They also had an interesting counting system.
One
Two
More than Two
That was it. They also wandered around vandalising the jungle and stealing (way big on stealing stuff. From everyone and anything).
After a while reading about these wild men of the jungle I got the distinct impression that the anthropologist who was visiting with them just really wound up loathing these guys with every fibre in his body. The whole counting thing was only the tip of the iceberg. Numbers for these guys = just not that important.
Nice to know I'm not the only one, HERE.
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