ETOSHA ANIMALS

I know I already posted a video of our adventures in Etosha National Park, but here's a little collage of some of the animals we saw. Amazing!

ETOSHA NATIONAL PARK

After a couple of amazing weeks in Tsumkwe, Phil and Jonah and I took off for an adventure in Etosha National Park. What an awesome place. Right in the middle of the park is the Etosha Pan, a huge flat desert that fills up with water for a few days a year during the rainy season. Here’s a video…

BARAKA VILLAGE SCHOOL

One day we took a little day trip out to a village school for San children. There are a handful of these village schools around Tsumkwe that help prepare San children for the primary school in town. My favorite part of the visit was playing soccer with the students during their break. It was girls versus boys, and after the boys went up a few goals, Jonah and I joined the girl’s team and helped even the score a little bit…

TSUMKWE SOCCER

Not only did Phil and Jonah and I get a teaching gig at the high school, but we were also recruited to help coach the soccer team. The team doesn’t really play many matches, maybe a couple every year, but in a few weeks they were going to be competing in a huge national tournament sponsored by Coca Cola. The soccer field was rough, and a few of the guys played barefoot. Some played in socks or slippers, and some shared one of their shoes with a friend. Here’s a little video...

TSUMKWE SECONDARY SCHOOL

Phil is a teacher and will soon be starting a doctorate program in the fall. And I taught English last year in Thailand. After Phil walked into Tsumkwe Secondary School to see if he could interview some teachers about the local school system, he walked out with a weeklong job for us teaching 11th and 12th grade English. Jonah helped out too. Sadly, they didn’t have any fulltime teachers filling those positions. The classrooms were in bad shape, broken windows, crumbling concrete floors, and walls that were worn and scuffed. The school itself was shit, but the students were wonderful! Making it to the 11th and 12th grade is quite a challenge in that part of the world, so the students were all very dedicated and serious about their schoolwork. The teachers and students were very thankful that we were there, and we were very happy to be able to help.

BOTSWANA

The border of Botswana is fifty kilometers east of Tsumkwe, and the town of Dobe is just five kilometers past that. Phil spent some time there eleven years ago with his mother helping her conduct research, so we decided to go back and check it out. On the way out of town we saw our friend Steve who was a translator for Laura and Rhea during their interviews. He decided to join us last minute. Having Steve along was great. Without him we wouldn’t have been able to sit down and chat with the villagers. I have to say, I’m pretty bad at learning languages, but having lived in Southeast Asia for a while I guess I’ve kind of gained an ear for tonal languages. But man, these click languages! Now that’s something else! I love the way they sound. Anyways, here’s a video of our day trip to Botswana…

SHEBEEN

A shebeen is an unlicensed drinking establishment. There are quite a few scattered around Tsumkwe, which isn’t actually a good thing for the community. A few can be found right off the main road; they play loud music, sell big bottles of beer, and may even have a TV or a pool table. Then there are the ones that are a little more off the beaten path, off the grid and out in the bush. These don’t sell bottled beer, but instead make and sell their own concoctions. One afternoon Phil, Jonah, Lucah, and I (all sons of anthropologists) went out to get a taste of something local. We found a dark shebeen, lit only by a small candle, and came out with a bottle of something… well, not too tasty, but it didn’t kill us…

BRAAI

The word for barbeque here is ‘braai’, and in celebration of the World Cup final we decided to have one. Just our luck, word around town had it that there had been a cow slaughtered that morning. Here’s a little video about the making of our tasty feast.

SEVEN

Here are some more pictures that I took one afternoon while I was out on some interviews with Laura and Rhea. The name of the village in this picture is Seven. It’s made up of twelve government built houses and the families that live here were some of the wealthiest families interviewed.

RESEARCH IN TSUMKWE

Laura and Rhea just graduated from the University of Toronto and came to Tsumkwe to conduct research with Richard Lee. Every day they wandered around to different villages and talked to people about everything from food to health to income. They did about three or four interviews a day, and occasionally I would tag along. Here are a few pictures from the first interview I went to. The family was very poor. The picture on the bottom left is of the little cluster of makeshift tents where they lived. They were made of sticks and blankets and tarps, with no water or electricity, and they slept on thin mats with blankets on the dirt. Here I am in a café typing on my laptop and drinking a beer.

IVORY

Emma is a veterinarian from Toronto. She came to Africa for the World Cup and decided to do some volunteer work and research while she was here. One day I decided to tag along with her on a visit to the Department of Environment and Tourism. The guy in charge of the branch in Tsumkwe is this rugged dude named Drieze. What a character. He’s a tall and confident, broad-shouldered guy, who wore khaki shorts that were almost too short, and hiking boots that came up to just below his calves. With his army green jacket, scruffy face, dirty blonde hair, and tan skin, he was like a Crocodile Dundee of the Kalahari. A day at the office for him may involve such a task as taking down a ravaging elephant that has just rampaged a village. He had some stories to tell and I felt like he had Discovery Channel written all over him. After hanging out in his office for a bit he took us out back to this green shed where they kept their ivory. The outside of the shed was lined with the skulls from animals that had died of natural causes, and locked up inside they kept the elephant tusks. There weren’t very many at the time, I guess they had just emptied it out, but apparently it gets waist high. And considering the ivory goes for 2,000 American dollars per kilogram, that shed can become quite a treasure chest. White gold! I picked up one of the tusks, it was a heavy 78.5 pounds, and it wasn’t even that big. In the back corner of the shed – you can see it in the picture - I noticed that there was a toilet built into the concrete. Apparently the Department of Environment and Tourism has the authority to practice a little bit of law enforcement when it comes to poaching, and the ivory shed used to act as a holding cell for those that broke the law. I’m not going to go into detail about the torture tactics that he said they used, but let’s just say that it re-enforced my image of him as the Kalahari Dundee. I was too scared to take a picture of him. Just kidding, but not really…

HEALING DANCE

One night as we were sitting around the campfire we heard the sound of singing off in the distance. Richard thought it sounded like a traditional healing dance, so we ventured off into the bush to see what we could find. The song and dance took place around a very dim fire and we gathered around for a while to observe. We only stayed for a half hour or so, but the healing dance carried on late into the night. It was really dark out, so this is more like a song recording with a video introduction…

THE SAN

The San make up a small percentage of Southern Africa’s diverse ethnic groups. With only about 100,000 left, most of them live in Namibia and Botswana with the town of Tsumkwe falling somewhere in the middle. They have been the focus of Richard Lee’s research since the 1960s; however, most of the world was exposed to the San, or Bushmen, when the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy came out in the early 80s. They’re not the same loincloth-wearing people that were portrayed in the film, but they still hold onto a lot of the hunter-gatherer culture that came to define them. Unfortunately they remain rather marginalized and poor, struggling to find a place in modern African society.

TSUMKWE

At the end of June I left South Africa and the World Cup to go on a trip to Namibia with my friend Phil and his brother Jonah. After a couple of nights in Windhoek, where we rendezvoused with the anthropologist Richard Lee and a group of researchers, we hit the road north towards Tsumkwe and the Kalahari Desert. Tsumkwe is a small town in northeastern Namibia about fifty kilometers from the border of Botswana, and has been the hub from which Richard Lee has been conducting his research over the last few decades. It was an eight hour drive from Windhoek with the last 250 kilometers being on a dirt road, and I'm pretty sure that the one paved intersection in 'town' was the only one for hundreds of kilometers in each direction. Tsumkwe's electricity comes from a generator that runs from 5 AM to 10 PM, and also cuts off for a few hours in between lunch and dinner. It gets really dark after the power cuts out at night, but man alive is the star gazing amazing - no light pollution! It's a very small town, surrounded by a lot of desert, but it didn't take me long to realize that there were a lot of things to do....