2.7.2018 – 2.11.2018
The drive starts from the city at 7 a.m., and arrives at the Himba Village at 12 p.m. I always feel a strong desire to visit some of the local tribes when I come to Africa, and the Himba tribe seems quite unique.
The entire country is a desert; the Himba village is so hot. The houses are made of cow dung, because it’s quite a strong material for building houses. There are only females in the village because the men all go out to hunt for animals, and return once every 3 to 4 months. Females are all dressed in their traditional way: naked, red hair bundles with paste made of red rocks, metal necklaces and ankle accessories to prevent snakes, and heavy sheep skins around their waists.
Unlike the men who shower with water, the women use a smoke spa to clean themselves. One of the Himba women shows me how they set the smoke and steam their bodies.
The Himba people are very welcoming, inviting me to hold their children and play with them. The kids are lovely.
They also teach me their language. I learn moro (hello), perevei (how are you?), and nawa (you are welcome). I greet the head of the tribe, who inherits his title from his dad. He sits in the village every day and acts as the police settling arguments.
At night, I try the local cuisine with all types of meats like zebra, springbok, oryx, and kudu They are all very dry except for the zebra and springbok.
I wake up at 5 a.m. to catch the sunrise over the oldest desert in the world.
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