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People 26 Travel Namibia ? Day 15: It rained again last night. That kind of intense African rain that blows in from the east and has you out fi ghting with the fl aps of your tent and wrapping your bed in spare pieces of plastic in the middle of the night. Still, the sky is grey this morning, and the cool weather is a welcome break from the intense heat. Suddenly the bush is so green it hardly seems like the same place as when I arrived. I woke up at 7.15 today - very late here - and had my fi rst offi cial Ju/' Hoansi lesson with N! aro Gxao, which apparently means ' to teach and to learn'. The language is incredible. The four basic clicks are relatively simple. It's when you try and combine these with letters like ' K', ' X' and ' G' that it becomes impossible. Most of these sounds are made in the back of the mouth and practising has given me a very sore throat. The slightest intonation in your voice can change the meaning of what you are saying completely. In the fi rst few days I made the mistake of trying to ask someone's name and ending up asking well . about the male genitalia. '! u' it turns out defi nitely not the same as ' n! u', although the Bushmen took several days to point this out to me. Eventually, after I had asked after the genitalia of several members of the community, my poor teacher was asked to explain the difference. I realised today that I hadn't brushed my teeth in days. That is life here - it doesn't seem out of place to forget to brush your teeth. Above and below left: The community's ' Living Museum' has two aims - to conserve traditions and to provide villagers with a sustainable income. Spectating at an inter- village football match

Travel Namibia 27 ? Day 20: I was woken at the ' fi rst chicken', as the Bushmen would say. I've decided to pay the villagers to build me a hut and today we went out gathering grasses for my roof. After a long walk and three hours spent tearing up grass from its roots, my hands were bleeding. In contrast, N! amace's wife Beh effortlessly managed to gather a bundle twice the size of mine, in half the time, and with a baby on her hip. When we got back from the bush, just as I was thinking about boiling the kettle for a caffeine and sugar fi x, / Gao arrived. / Gao is a medicine man and hunter. Occasionally he goes into trance and asks the ancestors where the animals and best plants are to be found. Today / Gao told me how they train young medicine men. During their training they must not ' clean their plate' as / Gao put it ( they must go hungry). They learn to make their body soft, so it moves easily when they are dancing and, when they are ready, their teacher takes them to meet all the different families of ancestors in the spirit world. The apprentice then stays in a trance for four days with the teacher watching him. To the rest of us it appears he is sleeping, and he doesn't wake up or eat at all during the four days. / Gao says this is very dangerous - not because he spends all four days sleeping and will not wake up, even to drink - but because, while in the spirit world, he must hide in the grass and under the bark of trees so the ancestors won't fi nd him. It they do fi nd him, they might not allow him to return. Dinner was bread and jam given to us by some tourists who had visited the museum. The Bushmen are not allowed to hunt in the conservancy so we rarely have fresh meat. Trophy hunters however are allowed to kill game here and they pass on the meat to villagers. We were given some giraffe meat a few days ago which - to be honest - didn't taste great. We usually have one main meal a day of rice or pasta with a tin of meat bought from a local shop. We also eat a lot of nuts and ' monkey oranges' - huge hard oranges - that grow here in the bush. ¦ Find out more information about visiting the Living Museum of the Ju/' Hoansi at www. lcfn. info ? Day 40: I was lying in the shade with Erna on the verge of drifting into sleep when some Polish tourists arrived at the museum and opted for a walk around the village. Although I did contemplate running into my new house to hide, they actually turned out to be a very friendly bunch. It was odd because I had never really thought of the Polish as the globe- trotting type but it turns out I couldn't have been more mistaken or met a more well- travelled group of people. You would think that after spending so much time with the Bushmen, I would have let go of all my preconceptions. I guess some habits just die hard. The question came up of what I missed the most. And, despite thinking for several minutes, I couldn't come up with anything anymore. I have got used to this crazy life and doing without western comforts no longer bothers me. In fact, I love it. I realise that I am happier here than I have been just about anywhere. I can't put my fi nger on it or explain why, but when I am here, I don't dream about being anywhere else. Maybe it has something to do with the people and their forgiving nature, or the fact that you can take every day at a time, living today without having to worry about tomorrow. I don't know, but I was suddenly very glad that I didn't have to think about leaving for at least another month. Above: Morris's extended family. Below left: Teacher. Far Left: Boma, Morris and Erna's son