BYU in the Bush

So, witch craft is the driving force in this village among the Himba and Hakawona and the longer we stick around to observe these people, the more juicy the witch craft stories get. They call it "omiti". Our second week here, a Himba woman died and so we attended the week+ long festivities at their homestead. We missed the burial for that one because nobody knows how to relay details or plans because most people don't even know what day, month, or time it is. Basically there are three hours of the day: Sun rise, sun in middle of sky, and sunset. No such thing as "plans" here! Well, our third week had a Hakawona woman die. As we had learned previously, nobody just dies of natural causes here. It is always because of a curse that somebody else had put on them. Then begins the fun of finding out who the jealous witch is that killed them! (I find myself incredibly frustrated over here because innocent people are blamed and beaten over a belief that omiti is real...

So as for the title, it is very much deserved.  In fact, it was dubbed the Night from Hell by Drew, our professor's son. I know this blog post won't do the whole story justice but bear with me. When I get back to normal life, and normal wifi use, then I can really give you the good details. It starts with everyone sitting around the camp as it begins getting dark. Seriously out of nowhere, Boone shows up with a fat black goat on his shoulders and all sweaty with a crazy look in his eyes. He stumbles into light and drops the goat on the ground and says "well should we kill it right here?" UMMMM. We had no idea O Davido was buying a goat and that we would be slaughtering it so imagine our surprise. We were kind of freaking out about the possibility of a blood bath ensuing. Well that got resolved and everyone was informed about this goat that we now owned named Stanley. (Turns out Stanley was a girl). Little did we know, the guy who sold us the goat would reappea...

Saturday morning, the girls and I left the brothel, I mean hostel, and walked back over to the guest house where the men slept. We were told to be there by 6:30 so that we could get a good head start on to the bush. Well, we knocked on their door and heard a lot of shuffling and a groan to "come back in 30 minutes". Not morning people apparently! Two hours later, we were off to the big store in Windhoek and then towards Himba Land.  We only made it as far as Kamanjab by the time night fell so we pit stopped there for the night. Safe to say, it was one of the most memorable nights of my life We laid a tarp on the floor of a gas station, circled our cars around us, and slept under the African night sky. It was so hot, I felt I didn't even need a blanket. It was off and on sleeping; I think I only got 4 hours max. Between jet lag, loud 24-hour shift gas station attendants, and a crazy drunk guy doing donuts in the street, it was a rough but hilarious night. When ...

I was able to come to Opuwo for a quick second to write a blog post as part of my scholarship requirements. So, I have almost made 1 week in the bush and I am loving it. It's nothing short of easy; physically and emotionally, but it is such a crazy once-in-a-lifetime experience. Here I am, all tanned, covered in dust, and without a shower for almost 2 weeks :) Lookin' good, amiright?