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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • Hamer Tribe Woman With A Manchester United  Football Shirt, Turmi, Omo Valley, Ethiopia
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • F1-style lawnmower cuts down all the competition. . . even Schumacher<br />
<br />
With the Formula 1 season starting soon, there are millions of men worried they won’t get their summer gardening chores done in time to watch.<br />
Wouldn’t it be awesome if you could bust out of your garage sporting one of these F1 concept lawnmowers from French designer Kadeg Boucher? You would surely be the new king of the cul-de-sac.<br />
Should take no time at all doing the grass with this beast. The F1 lawnmower is sadly not real - so don’t expect to see it in your local hardware store.<br />
<br />
‘An F1-inspired mower just might do the trick. Complete with an F1-style front wing, full race suspension, rear view mirrors, vintage John Player Special-style livery and a steering wheel sporting an LCD gauge display, this CG mock-up of a concept racing mower by Kadeg Boucher of France could easily shave a few tenths off my mow time.<br />
‘We particularly like the pull start that’s been relocated front and centre, as well as the race helmet cap on the single spark plug.’<br />
He added: ‘Seriously, there are at least a few of us out there who would lay down cash on the spot if we passed this thing in the local DIY store.’<br />
It comes in three versions: Schumacher/Ferrari red, all white and the John Player Lotus black-and-gold pictured here.<br />
©Kadeg Boucher/Exclusivepix
    Exclusivepix_F1_Mower1.jpg
  • F1-style lawnmower cuts down all the competition. . . even Schumacher<br />
<br />
With the Formula 1 season starting soon, there are millions of men worried they won’t get their summer gardening chores done in time to watch.<br />
Wouldn’t it be awesome if you could bust out of your garage sporting one of these F1 concept lawnmowers from French designer Kadeg Boucher? You would surely be the new king of the cul-de-sac.<br />
Should take no time at all doing the grass with this beast. The F1 lawnmower is sadly not real - so don’t expect to see it in your local hardware store.<br />
<br />
‘An F1-inspired mower just might do the trick. Complete with an F1-style front wing, full race suspension, rear view mirrors, vintage John Player Special-style livery and a steering wheel sporting an LCD gauge display, this CG mock-up of a concept racing mower by Kadeg Boucher of France could easily shave a few tenths off my mow time.<br />
‘We particularly like the pull start that’s been relocated front and centre, as well as the race helmet cap on the single spark plug.’<br />
He added: ‘Seriously, there are at least a few of us out there who would lay down cash on the spot if we passed this thing in the local DIY store.’<br />
It comes in three versions: Schumacher/Ferrari red, all white and the John Player Lotus black-and-gold pictured here.<br />
©Kadeg Boucher/Exclusivepix
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
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  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • EXCLUSIVE<br />
A Chemical Beach Tour in North Korea<br />
<br />
For a long time, I had wanted to enjoy the beaches of North Korea promoted in official brochures. But the best one – located on the East Coast in Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK with a population of 800,000 – was not open to tourists. This finally changed in 2011 and I jumped on the opportunity to be one of the first to visit the place.<br />
<br />
My North Korean guide got starry-eyed while talking about this beach. He was extolling the "excellent stretches of pristine beach.” I don’t think that he ever went there but he learnt the official propaganda by heart.<br />
He told me that every North Korean citizen had the secret dream of enjoying a beach holiday. On the brochure he gave me, it said, “Majon, the resort in the suburbs of Hamhung and an industrial city” – an example of North Korean marketing.<br />
<br />
After arriving in Hamhung, a five-hour drive from Pyongyang, I follow the mandatory city tour. One stop in front of the Grand Theatre – not possible to go inside. I’m allowed to open the bus window if I want to take a picture. Another stop in front of Kim Il Sung’s giant statue. My guide explains, “The hill was built by people so they could erect the statue of the Great Leader Kim Il Sung on top of it. From there, you have a great view over the city. Let’s go!”<br />
In fact, the view from the top shows a dull city surrounded by the smoke from the factory chimneys as Hamhung is home to the best beach in North Korea but is also an industrial city with many chemical complexes. Everywhere we drive, we see factories when they are not hidden by the chimney smoke.<br />
<br />
My guide tells me that there is no pollution in the city… I ask him to be serious for once. Perhaps the air is pure in Pyongyang, but in Hamhung, it’s another story. But he keeps repeating that the air is pure. Sometimes, too much propaganda kills the propaganda…<br />
<br />
I am invited to visit the Hungnam Fertilizer Complex. An alarming yellow smoke
    ExPix_EXC_A_Chemical_Beach_Tour_in_N...jpg
  • Truck Driver’s Buddy Risks His Life to Cover Up License Plates<br />
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Two Yulin men recently came up with a creative method to obscure their truck’s license plates from traffic police cameras. Police spotted the truck on their traffic cameras. The screenshot from the camera shows a man in a white T-shirt crouched at the front of the truck, clinging to the bumper, his body blocking the license plate from view. The vehicle was going at about 20 km per hour.<br />
The photo has since gone viral online. One Netizen commented, “He is risking his own life to cover up a license plate!”<br />
Yulin police reported that the incident occurred on the city’s Yanhuang Highway. The vehicle was a heavy-duty semi-truck owned by Wubu Taihi County Transport Co., Ltd. The incident in question actually happened on July 28, but was publicized last Wednesday.<br />
Yulin police claim that they were able to identify the vehicle. The driver will be fined 200 RMB and 12 points will be deducted from his license. As of last Thursday, police said that the driver has not yet been punished.<br />
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  • EXCLUSIVE PHOTO FEATURE:<br />
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Artist Marina Amaral has put some colour into the usually ‘black and white’ photos and portrayed how different they can look. When we only see photos in black and white, it is easy to forget that colour actually existed at all back then.<br />
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Amaral allows us to view these photos through a whole new lens by simply adding colour to it. Combining her fascination with history and her interest in Photoshop, the talented artist brings the photos to life in a new way. <br />
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On this image:<br />
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Southern Swedish Sami in front of a turf hut, Ca. 1885-1892. Sweden.<br />
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The Sami people (also Sámi or Saami, traditional exonym Lapps) are an indigenous Finno-Ugric people inhabiting the Arctic area of Sápmi, which today encompasses parts of far northern Norway, Sweden, Finland, the Kola Peninsula of Russia, and the border area between south and middle Sweden and Norway. The Sami are the only indigenous people of Scandinavia recognized and protected under the international conventions of indigenous peoples, and are hence the northernmost indigenous people of Europe.
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  • EXCLUSIVE PHOTO FEATURE:<br />
<br />
Artist Marina Amaral has put some colour into the usually ‘black and white’ photos and portrayed how different they can look. When we only see photos in black and white, it is easy to forget that colour actually existed at all back then.<br />
 <br />
Amaral allows us to view these photos through a whole new lens by simply adding colour to it. Combining her fascination with history and her interest in Photoshop, the talented artist brings the photos to life in a new way. <br />
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On this image:<br />
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Southern Swedish Sami in front of a turf hut, Ca. 1885-1892. Sweden.<br />
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The Sami people (also Sámi or Saami, traditional exonym Lapps) are an indigenous Finno-Ugric people inhabiting the Arctic area of Sápmi, which today encompasses parts of far northern Norway, Sweden, Finland, the Kola Peninsula of Russia, and the border area between south and middle Sweden and Norway. The Sami are the only indigenous people of Scandinavia recognized and protected under the international conventions of indigenous peoples, and are hence the northernmost indigenous people of Europe.
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  • Meet Zeus: The rescued Blind Owl With Stars in His Eyes<br />
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Zeus came to his lifetime home at Wildlife Learning Center, in Los Angeles California, in the summer of 2012. He was found emaciated and blind in front of someone’s house in Central California. A veterinary ophthalmologist thoroughly examined him, brought him back to health, and deemed him nonreleasable because he only has about 10% of his vision and would not be able survive in the wild on his own.<br />
<br />
Specifically he has been diagnosed with conjunctivitis, corneal degeneration, endotheliopathy, anterior uveitis (presumably from a traumatic event like flying into something or being attacked by a predator), his general condition is a capsular cataract, the white flecks that glisten in his eyes is caused by unique fibrin/blood pigment clots. These pigments cause a unique “view of the Universe” quality in his eyes, for which he is well known, hence the name Zeus. He isn’t in pain and appears to be healthy in every other way. He has his regular check up this Thursday.<br />
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Zeus exudes a very peaceful presence and is very calm. He has a very big personality and exhibits a bit of a curious nature. WLC Cofounders, Paul Hahn and David Riherd, say they have never seen anything like this unique manifestation of pigment clots giving “starry” appearing eyes in their 40+ combined years of working with rescued wildlife.<br />
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Zeus enjoys perching either in his hollowed tree trunk or on top of it above Cofounder Paul’s desk in the office at Wildlife Learning Center. He is so camouflaged most people don’t notice him until we point him out. Many other people see him but believe he is a stuffed animal because he is so calm and peaceful. He sleeps a lot, as owls are crepuscular (mostly active at dawn and dusk). When he wakes and opens his eyes, people gasp. We have had people almost in tears when he reveals his peepers.<br />
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People that meet him for the first time say it almost looks like celestial constellations in his eyes. I
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  • Meet Zeus: The rescued Blind Owl With Stars in His Eyes<br />
<br />
Zeus came to his lifetime home at Wildlife Learning Center, in Los Angeles California, in the summer of 2012. He was found emaciated and blind in front of someone’s house in Central California. A veterinary ophthalmologist thoroughly examined him, brought him back to health, and deemed him nonreleasable because he only has about 10% of his vision and would not be able survive in the wild on his own.<br />
<br />
Specifically he has been diagnosed with conjunctivitis, corneal degeneration, endotheliopathy, anterior uveitis (presumably from a traumatic event like flying into something or being attacked by a predator), his general condition is a capsular cataract, the white flecks that glisten in his eyes is caused by unique fibrin/blood pigment clots. These pigments cause a unique “view of the Universe” quality in his eyes, for which he is well known, hence the name Zeus. He isn’t in pain and appears to be healthy in every other way. He has his regular check up this Thursday.<br />
<br />
Zeus exudes a very peaceful presence and is very calm. He has a very big personality and exhibits a bit of a curious nature. WLC Cofounders, Paul Hahn and David Riherd, say they have never seen anything like this unique manifestation of pigment clots giving “starry” appearing eyes in their 40+ combined years of working with rescued wildlife.<br />
<br />
Zeus enjoys perching either in his hollowed tree trunk or on top of it above Cofounder Paul’s desk in the office at Wildlife Learning Center. He is so camouflaged most people don’t notice him until we point him out. Many other people see him but believe he is a stuffed animal because he is so calm and peaceful. He sleeps a lot, as owls are crepuscular (mostly active at dawn and dusk). When he wakes and opens his eyes, people gasp. We have had people almost in tears when he reveals his peepers.<br />
<br />
People that meet him for the first time say it almost looks like celestial constellations in his eyes. I
    Exclusivepix_Owl_With_Stars_in_His_E...jpg
  • Meet Zeus: The rescued Blind Owl With Stars in His Eyes<br />
<br />
Zeus came to his lifetime home at Wildlife Learning Center, in Los Angeles California, in the summer of 2012. He was found emaciated and blind in front of someone’s house in Central California. A veterinary ophthalmologist thoroughly examined him, brought him back to health, and deemed him nonreleasable because he only has about 10% of his vision and would not be able survive in the wild on his own.<br />
<br />
Specifically he has been diagnosed with conjunctivitis, corneal degeneration, endotheliopathy, anterior uveitis (presumably from a traumatic event like flying into something or being attacked by a predator), his general condition is a capsular cataract, the white flecks that glisten in his eyes is caused by unique fibrin/blood pigment clots. These pigments cause a unique “view of the Universe” quality in his eyes, for which he is well known, hence the name Zeus. He isn’t in pain and appears to be healthy in every other way. He has his regular check up this Thursday.<br />
<br />
Zeus exudes a very peaceful presence and is very calm. He has a very big personality and exhibits a bit of a curious nature. WLC Cofounders, Paul Hahn and David Riherd, say they have never seen anything like this unique manifestation of pigment clots giving “starry” appearing eyes in their 40+ combined years of working with rescued wildlife.<br />
<br />
Zeus enjoys perching either in his hollowed tree trunk or on top of it above Cofounder Paul’s desk in the office at Wildlife Learning Center. He is so camouflaged most people don’t notice him until we point him out. Many other people see him but believe he is a stuffed animal because he is so calm and peaceful. He sleeps a lot, as owls are crepuscular (mostly active at dawn and dusk). When he wakes and opens his eyes, people gasp. We have had people almost in tears when he reveals his peepers.<br />
<br />
People that meet him for the first time say it almost looks like celestial constellations in his eyes. I
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  • Meet Zeus: The rescued Blind Owl With Stars in His Eyes<br />
<br />
Zeus came to his lifetime home at Wildlife Learning Center, in Los Angeles California, in the summer of 2012. He was found emaciated and blind in front of someone’s house in Central California. A veterinary ophthalmologist thoroughly examined him, brought him back to health, and deemed him nonreleasable because he only has about 10% of his vision and would not be able survive in the wild on his own.<br />
<br />
Specifically he has been diagnosed with conjunctivitis, corneal degeneration, endotheliopathy, anterior uveitis (presumably from a traumatic event like flying into something or being attacked by a predator), his general condition is a capsular cataract, the white flecks that glisten in his eyes is caused by unique fibrin/blood pigment clots. These pigments cause a unique “view of the Universe” quality in his eyes, for which he is well known, hence the name Zeus. He isn’t in pain and appears to be healthy in every other way. He has his regular check up this Thursday.<br />
<br />
Zeus exudes a very peaceful presence and is very calm. He has a very big personality and exhibits a bit of a curious nature. WLC Cofounders, Paul Hahn and David Riherd, say they have never seen anything like this unique manifestation of pigment clots giving “starry” appearing eyes in their 40+ combined years of working with rescued wildlife.<br />
<br />
Zeus enjoys perching either in his hollowed tree trunk or on top of it above Cofounder Paul’s desk in the office at Wildlife Learning Center. He is so camouflaged most people don’t notice him until we point him out. Many other people see him but believe he is a stuffed animal because he is so calm and peaceful. He sleeps a lot, as owls are crepuscular (mostly active at dawn and dusk). When he wakes and opens his eyes, people gasp. We have had people almost in tears when he reveals his peepers.<br />
<br />
People that meet him for the first time say it almost looks like celestial constellations in his eyes. I
    Exclusivepix_Owl_With_Stars_in_His_E...jpg
  • Meet Zeus: The rescued Blind Owl With Stars in His Eyes<br />
<br />
Zeus came to his lifetime home at Wildlife Learning Center, in Los Angeles California, in the summer of 2012. He was found emaciated and blind in front of someone’s house in Central California. A veterinary ophthalmologist thoroughly examined him, brought him back to health, and deemed him nonreleasable because he only has about 10% of his vision and would not be able survive in the wild on his own.<br />
<br />
Specifically he has been diagnosed with conjunctivitis, corneal degeneration, endotheliopathy, anterior uveitis (presumably from a traumatic event like flying into something or being attacked by a predator), his general condition is a capsular cataract, the white flecks that glisten in his eyes is caused by unique fibrin/blood pigment clots. These pigments cause a unique “view of the Universe” quality in his eyes, for which he is well known, hence the name Zeus. He isn’t in pain and appears to be healthy in every other way. He has his regular check up this Thursday.<br />
<br />
Zeus exudes a very peaceful presence and is very calm. He has a very big personality and exhibits a bit of a curious nature. WLC Cofounders, Paul Hahn and David Riherd, say they have never seen anything like this unique manifestation of pigment clots giving “starry” appearing eyes in their 40+ combined years of working with rescued wildlife.<br />
<br />
Zeus enjoys perching either in his hollowed tree trunk or on top of it above Cofounder Paul’s desk in the office at Wildlife Learning Center. He is so camouflaged most people don’t notice him until we point him out. Many other people see him but believe he is a stuffed animal because he is so calm and peaceful. He sleeps a lot, as owls are crepuscular (mostly active at dawn and dusk). When he wakes and opens his eyes, people gasp. We have had people almost in tears when he reveals his peepers.<br />
<br />
People that meet him for the first time say it almost looks like celestial constellations in his eyes. I
    Exclusivepix_Owl_With_Stars_in_His_E..jpeg
  • 'Brit’ girl’s sex acts on 24 men for free booze<br />
<br />
AN EXPLICIT video of a blonde girl dishing out oral sex in a Magaluf club has gone viral.<br />
The footage shows the girl, who is believed to be British, performing brief acts on more than TWENTY men as they dance around her.<br />
<br />
The clip – which lasts for less than three minutes and shows her pleasuring 24 men – was posted on Facebook today.<br />
<br />
It was claimed that she had been promised a free drink in return for the stunt.<br />
<br />
Reece Martini wrote: “A friend just sent me this from Spain, what a disgrace. British girl in Maga dishes out 24 **** ***s for a free drink. No wonder the Brits get a bad name.”<br />
Within just six hours more than 15,000 people had shared the filthy film.<br />
<br />
Disgusted Harriet Todd wrote: “That's vile does she not realise you can get a sexual transmitted infection by having unprotected oral sex.”<br />
<br />
Another viewer joked: “At least she's had a good holiday.”<br />
<br />
The shameless party girl can be seen wearing short pink denim shorts and a white top lurching from man to man as they unbutton their trousers.<br />
<br />
She even stands in front of some of the men encouraging them to get their manhood out.<br />
Photo shows: General view of bar crawl <br />
©Exclusivepix
    Exclusivepix_Brit_girl_sex_acts_Spai...jpg
  • 'Brit’ girl’s sex acts on 24 men for free booze<br />
<br />
AN EXPLICIT video of a blonde girl dishing out oral sex in a Magaluf club has gone viral.<br />
The footage shows the girl, who is believed to be British, performing brief acts on more than TWENTY men as they dance around her.<br />
<br />
The clip – which lasts for less than three minutes and shows her pleasuring 24 men – was posted on Facebook today.<br />
<br />
It was claimed that she had been promised a free drink in return for the stunt.<br />
<br />
Reece Martini wrote: “A friend just sent me this from Spain, what a disgrace. British girl in Maga dishes out 24 **** ***s for a free drink. No wonder the Brits get a bad name.”<br />
Within just six hours more than 15,000 people had shared the filthy film.<br />
<br />
Disgusted Harriet Todd wrote: “That's vile does she not realise you can get a sexual transmitted infection by having unprotected oral sex.”<br />
<br />
Another viewer joked: “At least she's had a good holiday.”<br />
<br />
The shameless party girl can be seen wearing short pink denim shorts and a white top lurching from man to man as they unbutton their trousers.<br />
<br />
She even stands in front of some of the men encouraging them to get their manhood out.<br />
Photo shows: General view of bar crawl <br />
©Exclusivepix
    Exclusivepix_Brit_girl_sex_acts_Spai...jpg
  • 'Brit’ girl’s sex acts on 24 men for free booze<br />
<br />
AN EXPLICIT video of a blonde girl dishing out oral sex in a Magaluf club has gone viral.<br />
The footage shows the girl, who is believed to be British, performing brief acts on more than TWENTY men as they dance around her.<br />
<br />
The clip – which lasts for less than three minutes and shows her pleasuring 24 men – was posted on Facebook today.<br />
<br />
It was claimed that she had been promised a free drink in return for the stunt.<br />
<br />
Reece Martini wrote: “A friend just sent me this from Spain, what a disgrace. British girl in Maga dishes out 24 **** ***s for a free drink. No wonder the Brits get a bad name.”<br />
Within just six hours more than 15,000 people had shared the filthy film.<br />
<br />
Disgusted Harriet Todd wrote: “That's vile does she not realise you can get a sexual transmitted infection by having unprotected oral sex.”<br />
<br />
Another viewer joked: “At least she's had a good holiday.”<br />
<br />
The shameless party girl can be seen wearing short pink denim shorts and a white top lurching from man to man as they unbutton their trousers.<br />
<br />
She even stands in front of some of the men encouraging them to get their manhood out.<br />
Photo shows: General view of bar crawl <br />
©Exclusivepix
    Exclusivepix_Brit_girl_sex_acts_Spai...jpg
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