He appears out of the jungle like an apparition—a man from the Wiwa tribe, one of four indigenous groups who call the Sierra Nev

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问题     He appears out of the jungle like an apparition—a man from the Wiwa tribe, one of four indigenous groups who call the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta mountains home. In his traditional outfit—white cotton shirt, pants, a wide-brimmed hat, and two colorful mochilas (马鞍袋) strung across one shoulder—he stands out against the dense foliage of ferns and wax palms.
    It is my first day in the tropical rain forests of northeast Colombia and, along with about a dozen other hikers, I am on the trail to La Ciudad Perdida, or the Lost City. The pre-Colombian city was built around 800 A. D., making it some 650 years older than its Inca Empire counterpart, Machu Picchu, in Peru.
    Our tour guide, 17-year-old Juan Daiza Gil, is to meet our group in the village of El Mamey. Like all Wiwa men, Juan wears his jet-black hair long and well past his shoulders, yet has exchanged white pants for jeans tucked into rubber boots.
    As Juan leads us up steep muddy tracks and across swiftly flowing stream beds, I am aware that we are entering a world in which cars, electricity, and cell phones no longer exist—a world accessible only by foot or horse.
    Birdsong fills the humid morning air; beside the path—and sometimes even directly on it—cows graze lazily, greeting us with unblinking gazes. Every step seems to bring a new discovery. But the discoveries take a cultural turn at the home of Manuel, Juan’s older brother and a fellow guide, whose home will be our campsite for the night. After dinner, Juan and another of his six brothers, Vicente, prepare a traditional tea for us made from coca leaves, cinnamon, and panela, an unrefined sugarcane product common in Colombia and throughout Latin America. As we sip the sweet steaming liquid, the brothers demonstrate how the leaves are dried—as much for the tea as for the men’s coca-chewing ritual, an essential part of Wiwa culture. Here in the heart of the Sierra Nevada, our journey is becoming as much a social voyage into the traditions of the Wiwa as it is a physical adventure.
    That evening, I sit with Manuel’s 8-year-old son Francisco, back at the same campsite by their house that we stayed at nights earlier. He is barefoot and dressed in an oversized white T-shirt, hair still damp from the rain and not yet as long as his father’s. As steady showers beat a mesmerizing (催眠的) rhythm on the corrugated (起褶皱的) metal roof and mandarin and mango trees whisper in the wind outside, Francisco and I sit down at a table to draw by candlelight.
    I make an attempt at sketching, but I’m too entranced by Francisco. He prefaces every picture with, "Now I’m going to draw"—his horse Lucero, his uncle Vicente, the banana trees and aloe plants in his family’s garden, the russet-colored chickens who peck at the soggy (潮湿) ground in their front yard.
    As Francisco fills both sides of a page torn from my notebook, I realize that while I’d come to Colombia to find the Lost City, the greatest discovery may lies in the world of the Wiwa.
The trip enables the author to experience the following EXCEPT________.

选项 A、a dangerous walk
B、marvelous sceneries
C、homely acceptance
D、traditional cuisine

答案B

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