A sad sight! My shoes after some hard hunting.
and or laws. An ominous-looking bunch of
people, living off the earth and as tough as they
get. They carry extremely sharp sword-like
machetes, which are used to cut fresh branches
from the tops of certain trees with which to
feed their cattle. I am sure these weapons are
also used for many other purposes, and by the
looks of it, they know exactly how to use them.
We periodically spotted the tail end of the
eland, getting promising glimpses of old cows
and younger bulls, but never again the “Black
one”. The thermometer was now also starting
to climb closer to the 100 degrees mark, which
it would soon pass. Water had to be used
sparingly – we had to carry what we going to
need, generally about four liters per person.
About two-and-a-half hours in on the track,
we heard voices. By now everyone was already
drenched in sweat, tired and despondent. The
voices meant only one thing: nomads, their
cattle, and not good for our hunt. They came
closer, and their path seemed to be directly in
our direction.
For some reason, this got our trackers
excited with the prospect of capturing some of
the herders got everyone in good spirits again.
We all spread out and crouched in an