I came back to Omorate village, on the left side of the Omo river. Always the same old trunks to cross the river, fearing to fall in the water with all the cameras ans lenses!...always the same dirty village full of all kind of shits everywhere...but so nice people to meet. The Daasanach people collect the caps of the Coca and beers in the bars of Omorate and make wigs with them. Soon, there will be a bridge on Omo river, so thousands of people, cars, trucks, will pass the Dassanech…
