The Water Tower of Africa

A few kilometers from the border with Kenya. I cross the Omo River at Omorate. On a dugout carved from a single trunk. The oarsman is called Eyob and he accompanies me on a visit to a Dassnech village. The strong wind sends the pirogue o-course and it is a struggle to cross the river. The vessel sways dangerously and I stay crouching down on the wet bottom with my thoughts to the notebook in my backpack… The Dassnech have been hippopotamus and crocodile hunters, and I ask Eyob if in this area there is a risk of meeting any. “They are further south toward the Turkana… but if you want to Omo River at Omorate