We spent two nights at a beautiful camp on Lake Eyasi, and on Feb. 22 (day 7 of our trip) we had the chance to spend a half day with members of the Hadzabe tribe. The Hadzabe are the last pure hunter-gatherers in Africa – they have no permanent homes, they don’t grow crops, they don’t use money. Each morning the men head out to hunt with bows and arrows. What they kill becomes the food for the day.If they’re unsuccessful, the entire group (men, women, and children) head out to gather various roots, fruits, vegetables, and whatever they can find.
We picked up Hassan, our guide, and drove out to find the tribe, which is not always straightforward since they don’t have permanent homes. Hassan speaks the Hadzabe language, which sounded somewhat familiar to Swahili to our untrained ears, but also includes ‘clicks’. We couldn’t say the word for ‘Hello’ because it includes a click that we couldn’t pronounce.
As we drove, a man appeared – he was a member of the tribe and he was carrying a dead rabbit. He looked at us but didn’t smile or greet us or offer to show us where to go. He just kept going and we followed him at a distance.
Soon after we found the Hadzabe camp, which consisted of 4 or 5 grass huts. The sun came up just as we were arriving.
The men were gathered around a fire, all very busy, either getting ready to prepare the rabbit or getting the bows and arrows ready. Nobody was just sitting around.
They have visitors once every 2 weeks or so, and get paid in goods such as metal arrowheads. They’re happy to see people and encouraged us (via Hassan) to ask questions and take pictures.
Several men were straightening arrows with their teeth – chewing on a section to true the arrow. This boy (maybe 12 or so?) was a pro. (He also turned out to be one of the better hunters!)
Then they cooked the rabbit – placing it directly on top of the fire, fur and all.
After a few minutes they scraped off the remains of the fur with a knife, then cooked it some more.
And then they served up the rabbit. I had a bite – actually not bad.
The women were sitting around a separate fire, a short distance away. One of the men brought them half of the cooked rabbit. The women were much more relaxed, just hanging out.
The Hadzabe don’t keep track of birthdates or time in general. This woman didn’t know how old she was, and didn’t know how old her baby was. Cute baby!
You can’t see it in these photos, but this woman had cut mark scars on her shoulders. This is where the “chief” had administered medicine, making a cut in the skin and inserting the “medicine” directly into the cut. One of the men (you can see him in the video below handing out some food) had three large scars in the center of his chest. He had fallen out of a Baobab tree while collecting honey. His chest hurt, so the chief applied medicine, leaving him with the scars.
Meanwhile, Nicholas hit the jackpot when they let him play with one of the bows and some arrows.
Future Hadzabe warrior. And that’s Stephano – our guide.
The Hadzabe use three types of arrowheads: bone, for small animals and birds, metal for larger animals like baboons, and poison arrows for kudo and other large animals. They use barbed arrowheads for baboons because they’re smart enough to pull out the arrow and throw it in a tree so the hunter can’t pick it up to shoot them again. Nick stuck with just wooden arrows.
After the rabbit breakfast, the men headed out to hunt for some more food, and we all followed.
The men shot at a few things, but didn’t have much luck. Once they hit a bird which flew away with the arrow.
Finally the boy got a bird!
After walking for 90 minutes or so, it was time for a break. The men built a fire – by rubbing sticks together.
Then they plucked and cooked the bird. You can see its feathers off to the right, and the meat on the fire. Obviously it’s more of a snack than a meal…
Nick and I eating some of the bird. Tasted good – even better than the rabbit. Again, Petra passed…
During lunch we asked what they do when someone dies. Rather than burying the body, they take it to a cave, knowing it will be eaten by animals. If an older person is not healthy enough to keep up with the group, they go to the area near the caves and build a fenced in area. They kill something large like a kudu and have a big barbecue. Then they leave the person there with the food. After a week, they return: if the person is dead he goes in the cave. If not, they kill another kudu and have another barbecue and the process repeats.
After the not-very-successful hunting trip, we headed back to camp. On the way we passed a Baobab tree where the Hadzabe sometimes sleep. Baobab trees have huge, wide trunks that are hollow.
Back at camp we had a short dance (only part of the day that seemed a little touristy) and then a shooting contest. You can see the guys smirking at me – the pale dork. But miraculously I was the only one who hit the target – not quite as dorky as they thought!
We said goodbye and promised to get them some arrowheads. After grabbing lunch (sandwiches from the lodge…), we visited another tribe that specializes in metalworking and bought these four arrowheads.
We headed back to the Hadzabe camp, but they were gone. The camp was deserted. They may have gone looking for roots and vegetables, or they may have moved somewhere else. Hassan promised to deliver the arrowheads the next time he tracked them down.