One of these Hamer traditions is called the Bull jumping and is described as a ritual to celebrate the passage to manhood and the readiness to get married. In order to prove this readiness, the man has to jump 4 times over a row of about 7 bulls and cows. This happens after the local women have been whipped for hours in a demonstration of their proud and love for the courageous man. Some of these women are not older than 8 or 9 years old.
This is not for the faint of heart. You may or may not agree with this tradition (some human rights association are trying to stop it) but as a privileged guest, you must obey by the rules.
It did not take long for the Hamer to realize that they can generate some money by "inviting" tourists to come and take pictures in exchange of nice pesos. And it took even less time for a couple local tour operators to start bringing Land Cruiser full of Spanish and Italians to the ceremony.
We saw about 10 of them at the market. Marc and I did not want to join them and see a diluted version of the event.
So with the help of the local policeman and our guide, we ended up in a remote area where we were the only 2 foreigners.
After parking the truck after the trail had vanished, we had to walk down the river for about 40 minutes to eventually see our first sign of life. It became quickly clear that we were entering a whole new world - almost a different planet.
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We stayed put for a while, exchanging signs with some people sitting near by on the rocks. From there we could watch everyone getting excited, getting dressed, a group of about 20 women practicing their songs and the men sitting and discussing.
Eventually we were invited to paint our faces for the event and about 30 minutes later we started walking toward the site of the ceremony.
We were allowed to bring camcorder and camera.
I gave the camcorder to the local guide - a proven strategy.
My experience has shown that local people are much less disturbed when the person shooting is not a foreigner.
The whole experience was surreal. Line of women were passing us singing and shooting, their back still bleeding from the fresh lashes they had just submitted themselves to.
The site of the ceremony was itself worth the hike. It was an open space on the top of the hill from where you had a 360 view of the surrounding plains and hills, with not one human being or construction in sight.