Donga Stick Fight In The Omo

Sharp leaves tore at us and we weaved through the forest. The nearest road was an eternity of walking away and we had to hack our way through the thick forest ourselves. I was in the pit of Africa, the fabled Omo river valley: the thronging, savage, tribal heart of Africa that keeps beating its own drum while the rest of the continent lurched into some form of modernity. I was on the way to see one of the last truly unique spectacles of a now homogenised world: a donga fight.

Donga Stick Fight in the Omo

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