more adventurous: Prints for Prints: Arba Minch

After the ‘official’ Prints for Prints workshop wrapped up in Bahir Dar, our team split up for some more exploring. Steve Bloch and Bill Purcell headed up to Lalibela and I headed south to Arba Minch with Constance Spurling. Each pair packed along a printer in case there were more opportunities to spread the Prints for Prints love along the way.

Constance and I stayed at an absolutely magical place outside of Arba Minch – aptly named Paradise Lodge. I was anxious to explore a new part of Ethiopia and top of the list was to go to the Nechisar National Park to see some animals (Zebras! Crocodiles! Hippos!) Little did we know the highlight of the trip would be the people we met along the way. We hired a boat, a guide (Temesegn aka Tom) and a guard/scout (armed with a rifle, but mandatory for all visitors to the national park) and set off across Lake Chamo. Hippos? Check! Crocodiles? Check! All within 10 minutes of our journey.

Constance with our guide Tom and the scout.

After about 90 minutes, we finally were getting close to land and noticed a couple papyrus rafts along the shore and a couple men came down to shore to wave to us. Tom directed the boat to pull in and we hopped out. We climbed up a narrow little path and passed some signs of a rustic campsite – a couple tarps, a chicken, some plastic bottles and containers. Several men welcomed us in to a clearing where there was a large platter of fish (mainly raw) and bread. Constance was brave and ate the fish, which was fed to her by hand by the men, as is often the custom in Ethiopia. I (the wimpy vegetarian) ate some bread. They generously shared their food with us and allowed us to take a few photos.

The fishermen were ‘squatting’ on the National Forest land. They would leave their village for 2-3 weeks to come to this spot and set up fishing nets. Guides like Tom serve as a ‘ferry’ service for the fish they catch and bring it to market. After a couple weeks, they return home for a week or so, then begin the cycle all over again. It’s an extremely dangerous and hard occupation. In fact, two fishermen were killed by crocodiles in the weeks prior to our visit. Clearly the small, lightweight papyrus rafts offer little protection from the crocodiles.

Note the crocodile in the foreground.

Both Constance and I had the ‘aha’ moment as we were sitting and talking to them that we would love to be able to give them prints to take back to their families in the village. Given the perilous nature of the work, they truly didn’t know if they would safely return after each trip. It was a powerful reminder of how something as simple as a photo print can provide comfort for the family left behind. Luckily, Tom runs this route on a fairly regular basis and agreed to deliver the prints to them. So we rushed back to the lodge and cranked out some prints on the Canon Selphy. I wish we could have gone back to deliver them in person. Yet another example of the hospitality of Ethiopians – people who have so little by American standards will graciously share everything they have with random tourists who come tromping in to their campsite. And expect nothing in return. A print might not be much but it is at least a token that we as photographers can give instead of just ‘taking’ a photograph.