The Himba documentary project
Many years ago I had been captivated by the visual anthropology and the ethnography, and finally in 2014 I began a university degree. I didn’t had a academic preparation till that time, but i read a lot, and my library is full of elementary classic authors in different languages. Books are the best friends. With the born of our twins Isabella and Elsa, work and studies stopped my professional and personal life for a long time, but I’m still alive and reading.
This teaser of a documentary about Himba people, was filmed in tapes with Sony Z1 in 2009. I arrived Namibia on November, hot and tropical weather. A namibian photographer advice me to paid for a permit to the Namibia Film Commission, otherwise you will be banned from the country. Following his indications I traveled to Windhoek and paid a expensive fee. With the permit in my hand I did come back to Walbis Bay.
To travel around Africa you need a lot of common sense, have skills, drive in all kind of roads (with the steering wheel on the right) , and of course have a spirit of adventure, because everyday you learn something that you will never forget. In Africa, the stupidest of actions can mean sudden death, there is not hospitals or doctors in the middle of nowhere, and its very recommended buy a good insurance that takes you by helicopter or plane to nearest help/health center.
I arranged the long trip and with the help of several good friends in Walbis Bay, load food, maps and advices I was ready to go, but suddenly I got a unknown and rare African tropical disease that left me in the bed a week. I found myself very tired, with a terrible pain in the chest and cough. Even taking medicines was not able to improve my health.
After a week, still sick, with a slow recovery in the house of best friends, I decided get up and drive by myself to the 701 kms to Opuwo, alone but with the best friend tank Toyota “donkey” drinking a lot of water, fruit, and sharing my 38C fewer with my own playlist of rock music played in the radio tape. I wanted a non stop trip, but there are always circumstances along the way, including a run over a herd of goats (by fortune no kill any), avoiding snakes crossing the road, faster rabbits, and killing thousands of mosquitoes or insects that were stuck and crushed in the bonnet and crystals of my Toyota. Of course as well, a few chickens, lucky for them that escaped from the big tires of the “donkey”. I paid for some damages to the locals (you can’t run away without pay to the owner). Anyway you’re forced to stop and check the situation. Money go out from the pockets and you can leave the scene of the “crime” relaxed, otherwise the police will put you in the jail. It is very typical anywhere in Africa, the animals are running in freedom and we are guilty of that, even if they crossed the roads suddenly.
When I arrived to Opuwo the car show a warning light about the engine. I found a mechanic, they booked a spare part that was delivered days ago and repaired, Meanwhile I did stay in a hotel where I knew some guys of a NGO.
Some things happened during that days, and it could be a book in the future about this adventure. When you travel by Africa you can find all kind of people and your life is about money, diamonds, gold, alcohol and girls. By fortune I knew a best friend Elia Jimmy Tolu fixer and good person that helped to me a lot. In fact, I recommended him to many people that asked when they went on anthropological expeditions to study the Himba. If you decide to gone your own business without a good fixer and guide for sure, you will be lost, and soon, without water, mobile phone (not network covering) and food, you will be a nice piece of meat for the thousands of animals and insects that roam hungry everywhere.
With the help of Jimmy we reach Epupa falls, a paradisiac place, border with Angola, and we spent a time traveling and living, visiting the many small villages where live Himba people, not easy access, impossible to find if you don’t go with a person like him. So, we worked together in this project to be broadcasted in the TVG, but, in 2009 the galician government changed, and our project went to the paper bin. It happens to many filmmakers, authors, photojournalists, writers, scientifics: “nobody is a prophet in their own land”, said recently a good friend from Magnum’s agency in London. and its true.
I never went back to Himba land to film the next chapters of how this amazing african tribe lives. In fact, the Himba people will be destroy by the tourism, that brings them all kind of deseases, HIV, alcohol, batteries for radios, lighters, and other stuff from “civilized and developed countries”. It is creating a need to survive, instead of the logical and natural process of their progress. All tapes filmed was downloaded to a hard disk and they are sleeping the eternal dream. Maybe someday I will have the good mood to edit the complete documentary, which was intended to be an ethnographic work for educational use.
The teaser show a few minutes of whole documentary.
Appreciate and thank you if your watch it and share with friends.
Reference: I read as much I can about The Himba people, and there is a spanish anthropologist that know them very well: Francisco Giner Abati.