Sights and Sounds from East Africa.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Regan gets iced by the Hadza.

The next day we trekked across the valley to a different Hadza campsite. We trekked with a few of them and Dorobo. It took us about four hours to get there. We were lucky because it was a clear, hot day but incredibly breezy. My friend, Blaire, described the trek best. She just thought she was tripping. Although I have never tripped, it was so surreal observing such a foreign place. It did not seem real that so much wildlife survived in such a dull place. It did not seem real that we passed elephant tracks along the way. It did not seem real that we saw impalas running past us. It did not seem real that pastoralists in huts were encroaching on these infertile areas trying to burn the land to grow anything. Everything I have learned about was right in front of me and I did not know what to do with it. Something I did not like about this valley was THORNS. They get in everything.


I took a bus up to the campsite when we reached the other side of the valley and it was no more peaceful than hiking because I was introduced to the infamous tsetse fly. Although the flies in this region did not carry disease, they can bite through anything and they never leave you alone. Also stingless bees follow you around everywhere during the hottest time of the day. It just makes you want to scream.

When we reached the top, there was this incredible rock we could relax on that gave you a few on the Rift Valley and the Yaeda Valley. Unreal. So I sat down and had a few Serengeti beers with birthday girl, Regan, and basked in the sun. 21st Birthday!

The Hadza set up a target about an hour before dusk. They taught us how to shoot bows and arrows. Moshi showed everyone a hundred times. As we learned how to shoot bows and arrows, Moshi approached Regan with an ice. The best 21st birthday ice ever. Then Moshi insisted on having her shoot 21 arrows hahaha.

At dinner the Hadza brought Regan a cake and everyone sang a Hadza song (most likely about honey) and Regan just starts balling. We all sang and danced and it was truly a cross-cultural experience for both.

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