Wildly strange forest of French Polynesia, where shampoo, candles and bread grow on trees

This is a very strange place ...

... or rather, not quite so.

This is a Very Strange Place - it will be better.

Here unknown fruits grow on breadfruit:

Here the flowers grow on trees and change color day and evening: in the morning they are yellow, in the afternoon they fall, they turn red in the evening - you can follow the time on them.

In some places, plastic flowers themselves grow here ...

It is not joke! All really! To the touch, this flower is purely like a painted plastic crafts, but no! - alive and real.
It’s also growing here ...

However, about everything in detail and in order.

Bread grows on trees. Trees (others) are the natural local clock - if flowers began to fall, then time for dinner. If they blush, then sunset will be soon. Immediately there is a free ladies' perfumery happiness: flowers with especially red stamens give indelible paint, it is smeared with places appropriate for attractive female coloring. Petals of the same flower are especially recommended for washing off different types of chemical makeup. (but this infection does not take the paint of its stamens!)

Shampoo is growing - here it is:

Local guides are very fascinating about the story of the invention of the perfume Chanel No. 5 based on some other local flowers, and the flowers really smell like oh pretty. But I'm not sure. Firstly, I don’t know how Chanel No. smells. 5. Secondly, although this is French Polynesia, but something tells me that the French scent-sommeliers lived away from local luxurious naturalities and could not get acquainted with the advantages of the local flora, only if the pictures in expensive atlases of our worlds .

Never mind. In this very strange place, there are still nuts-candles that can be set on fire, and they will burn reliably and for a long time.

"Elephant ears" grow from the earth:

Stone rocks look at you scornfully, sullenly ...

While I was thinking about the oddities of these forest spaces, a chicken flew past me, cackling, and sat on a tree branch a little ahead and to the right. “The air here is such,” I thought relaxedly.

In fact, there is really something very, VERY weird. Bread on the trees. Perfumes from the earth are growing. Chickens peck coconut and then after it fly through the forest ... All this is very, very strange.

This is such a Very Strange Place.

That's why she lifted it from the ground? She even knows how it can ... no, not over! This would be the easiest option. How can it BEGIN! Ah, such questions should be asked to someone like Alice-from-Wonderland, she is definitely a great expert on what and how not to do.

A strange place. The gods are here too. For example, an ancient temple ... God of Sports.

It is not joke. The local Polynesian tribes did not disdain polytheism and prayed to dozens, or maybe even hundreds of gods. Depending on today's business plan. If you fish, you have to pray to the fishing god. If the forest is felled, praying to the forest is felling. If you go somewhere far away on important matters, then you must pray to the god of travel. Everything is reasonable.

And the corresponding temples stood everywhere. Here, for example, the remains of the temple of God of Sports 700-500 years ago (yes, yes! That’s what they explained to us! Honestly!).

By the way, it seems (according to local experts), the local tribes did not have authoritarian rule. The leader took upon himself only urgent and most important instructions. If everything was calm, measured and no stressful complications in society, then all issues were resolved at a general gathering of citizens of the society (something very similar to the democracy of Veliky Novgorod, although I am not a humanist - I can easily make a mistake out of the blue).

Here are the ruins of the local Polynesian "parliament."