Tanzania: of games and tales

  Every day, a few Hadzabe spend the night at camp with us and we gather in the evenings around the camp fire to exchange stories. They tell us the story of the old man who became a man-eating lion, and the story of how the baboons got their “naked” bottoms. We tell them the(…)

Tanzania: hunting and gathering…

  The Hadza do not plan, do not hoard, do not store food and do not own anything individually. They are a completely egalitarian society, without leaders who live for the moment. As such, they are opportunistic hunters. They go everywhere with their bows and poisoned arrows, always on the look-out for the next meal,(…)

Tanzania: to the Hadza country

  From Tarangire, it is a seven hour drive across the Eastern escarpment of the Rift Valley to the Hadza country. Crossing the escarpment is like experiencing three seasons in an hour. From the dry savanah with a few farms and fields on the eastern side, we are soon in the green and cool highlands(…)

Tanzania: a night in the Nest

  Josh’s family set up “the Nest” 20 years ago when they used to come camping at Mkungunero, at the southernmost tip of the Park. It is a simple platform made up of multiple layers of broken twigs and branches on a gardenia tree overlooking the waterhole, eight metres above the ground. To call it(…)

Tanzania: less is more

We fly in from Mahale into a small airstrip in Tarangire National Park where Josh picks us up and drives us for three hours to a remote and wild part of the park, near the Mkungunero water point, well away from the tourist trail. By the time we arrive, it is pitch black and we(…)