Mursi Warrior
Omo Valley, Ethiopia 2013…a Mursi village
He didn’t seem frightening, even with his Kalashnikov that he, distracted by my new friend, Elizabeth, pointed in my direction several times. I wasn’t sure it was loaded. How would I know? I wondered if the gun even worked, but didn’t want to find out by having my brains blown out so I gestured to him to point the muzzle elsewhere.
We’d seen many tribal men carrying rifles of one sort or another. Danger from hostile tribes and wild animals is commonplace.