After watching a stunning sunrise over the Yeada Valley, the Hadza helped us roll up our tents and pack our trucks for another day of travel. The journey began with Hadza women chanting traditional versus as we bounced down the mountain road. We said our final goodbyes to our Hadza hosts, and shortly after one of the trucks found its wheels spinning in place on the muddy trail. In desperate need of some exercise, not that we hadn’t spent the last 3 days trying to keep up with the Hadza, the whole group got out of the truck and pushed. Fortunately, it took only a few minutes of effort before we were on our way again. Following our first hot shower in over a week, we ended the day with a group discussion of the Hadza.
Hadza elder making digging stick.
Photo by: Jasmine Macies
Photo by: Jasmine Macies










