The story I was told is that Diana got into that whole genetic testing craze a few years back and went on a search for her roots. According to everyone in the tribe and the owners of the nearby Samatian Island Resort —a laid back, private island and resort in the middle of the hippo and croc-filled lake—Diana came, she met the tribe, and apparently she was spit on by the chief of her tribe—the very same gentleman who sold me this milk gourd. According to Caro Withey, the owner of the Samatian Island Resort, it was a sign of respect.
