We stepped away from the jeep on that early morning. After hours of driving through backbreaking dirt roads, we reached somewhere close to Chem Chem east of the Lake Eyasi. It was obvious that modernity had scarcely touched this part of the world. Barely clothed with short dik-dik hides or dusty pants. Sandals were made of old tires. The members of the tribe gathered around a weak fire, their bare-threaded t-shirts barely keeping them warm.
The habitations were basic. Branches put together, with no proper protection against any weather. During the dry season, the Hadzabe prefer to stay outside at night. But with the cool morning temperatures, the women sat around another fire, away from the men. The women’s tasks would be to gather roots, baobab fruits, and berries. The men on their end were busy preparing their bows and arrows and other hunting gears or smoking local herbs.
Showing us the arrows, our guide explained the different sizes and usage. Poison coats a few arrow points to put the bigger animals to sleep. Bruno tried to start a fire with the traditional stick and stone but to no avail. His best efforts brought giggles and wide smiles from the hunters who apparently enjoyed the attempt.
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