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A trip to the Mursi can be best described as visiting a pack of hungry jackals while dressed in raw steaks. The tribe exhibited all of the traits of beasts and none of the traits of humanity. While indeed they are picturesque, they are so unbelievably aggressive as to leave a completely negative impression.

Mursi Warrior Woman, by Kevin BrownUpon getting out of the car, we were immediately grabbed from all directions by the nearly unbreakable holds of the village women while the young children rifled through our pockets searching for money. This makes one very mad, but it is impossible to respond angrily or aggressively for fear it would cause the large, looming, armed, mean and drunk men to attack. I took my photos, they took my money, and I was glad to get out without losing anything else. My entire visit to the Mursi lasted about 30 minutes. And this was the last of the Omo tribes I planned to visit.

On the way back to Addis Ababa, I made my way through the district capital of Jinka and then on to the small city of Arberminch where I visited a stupendously beautiful rift valley lake full of massive crocodiles. These mighty beasts lounged on the beach in groups of 50 or more, each measuring as much as nine meters – yes METERS! – long. Some had heads nearly the size of my entire upper body and could have swallowed a man in a single gulp! Every year 10 or so fishermen are eaten by these crocodiles. At this rate, it will take about 20 years for the crocks to eat all of the town’s 200 fishermen. When I mentioned this to my boat driver, he laughed and said, “Always more fishermen.”

It would perhaps be helpful for new fisherman to read the handy brochure passed out by the Ethiopian Tourist commission entitled, “How not to be eaten by a crocodile”. It contains such useful and practical crocodile avoiding advice as, “If a woman, do not wear a bikini”, “Do not tow large pieces of raw meat, or a carcass, behind your boat”, and my favorite, “If you see crocodiles, do not go swimming.”

Since I did not want to be eaten by a crocodile I planned to follow these rules strictly, but for a moment I did contemplate sticking my head in the water; the croc might have done a better job with my haircut…

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