Malala Lodge, part 2
April 6, 2006
We are back at Malala Lodge. We have a cozy little cabin here with its own kitchen and lots of beer. The birds are amazing. The brochure claims over 250 identified species. It is extremely peaceful
Today we went next door to see a Zulu village and dancing. It was quite interesting. We were led through the place, shown traditional dress (or lack thereof) and traditional ways of accomplishing tasks. It was like a museum; nothing at all like our trip through the Dogon villages. The Dogon still live the same way their ancestors did. The Zulu have been integrated more into society. Their traditional forms exist merely for the spectacle, although I understand they do rely heavily on tradition for weddings and rites of that nature. Another important thing to remember is that Zulu is an official language of South Africa (there are thirteen).
The tour was interesting and very entertaining. They demonstrated how they made spears and other metal works, the making of clay pots, traditional healing methods, the stringing of beads, and a dance. At the end of the dance they dragged members of the audience up to try their luck. I was one of the victims.
We came home, lunched, and napped. Now we sit on our porch gazing at a great hairy beast that looks a bit like an elk except with stripes on its back. You know Z man is still asleep or we would never see any wildlife. I never would have believed that one human being could actually talk that much! You may go ahead and laugh at the irony here, but he talks way more than I do…
At any rate we seem to have bought way too much booze and I must now focus on making sure none gets wasted.
MJR
We are back at Malala Lodge. We have a cozy little cabin here with its own kitchen and lots of beer. The birds are amazing. The brochure claims over 250 identified species. It is extremely peaceful
Today we went next door to see a Zulu village and dancing. It was quite interesting. We were led through the place, shown traditional dress (or lack thereof) and traditional ways of accomplishing tasks. It was like a museum; nothing at all like our trip through the Dogon villages. The Dogon still live the same way their ancestors did. The Zulu have been integrated more into society. Their traditional forms exist merely for the spectacle, although I understand they do rely heavily on tradition for weddings and rites of that nature. Another important thing to remember is that Zulu is an official language of South Africa (there are thirteen).
The tour was interesting and very entertaining. They demonstrated how they made spears and other metal works, the making of clay pots, traditional healing methods, the stringing of beads, and a dance. At the end of the dance they dragged members of the audience up to try their luck. I was one of the victims.
We came home, lunched, and napped. Now we sit on our porch gazing at a great hairy beast that looks a bit like an elk except with stripes on its back. You know Z man is still asleep or we would never see any wildlife. I never would have believed that one human being could actually talk that much! You may go ahead and laugh at the irony here, but he talks way more than I do…
At any rate we seem to have bought way too much booze and I must now focus on making sure none gets wasted.
MJR
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