National Geographic : 2010 Mar
• stop the intertribal warfare. Kara sharpshoot- ers hid in trees along the riverbank, sniping at Nyangatom who approached the water. e Nyangatom sometimes crossed in small raiding parties, setting their ri es on automatic. Other times they crossed in massive groups. It was dur- ing this time that Kornan went with his cousin on a hunting trip in the bush. Much of the big game had been decimated, but the bush still shel- tered gazelles, kudu, bushbuck, even elephants in places. It was a matter of stalking through thickets of thorn trees and seeing what awaited. When the hunters came upon a group of Nyangatom warriors, a re ght erupted. Kor- nan shot a Nyangatom in the stomach before retreating, and the man later died. He had not intended to kill the man, so it did not ful ll the vendetta for his father's murder. At the same time, Kornan knew what he had begun. He knew that now he would be hunted too. the Kara often bought ammunition from the Nyangatom. It was Austrian travelers click souvenirs near the town of Jinka. With its rich culture still intact, the Omo region has seen tourism boom---and tensions between visitors and residents rise. "They know that tourists want to come see them because they are viewed as savages," says one anthropologist. "They are angry with this." complicated, but even con ict didn't prevent a good sale. Kornan had given a man from the Kwegu, a small tribe that lived on both sides of the river, money to buy bullets. e Kwegu man never delivered, and Kornan grew angry. A er a while the dealer invited Kornan over for co ee at his hut on the Nyangatom side of the river to settle the matter. It was a normal request; tribes all through the Omo do business and make so- cial calls over gourds lled with a weak, thin liquid brewed from co ee-bean husks. Kornan took his AK-47 and his borkoto, the small sad- dle-shaped stool Kara leaders carry at all times, and he crossed the wide, brown river. Kornan was in enemy territory, so he would have been alert. But he didn't know the meeting had been arranged by the younger brother of the warrior he had killed that day in the bush. Kornan met the Kwegu man under a shelter of sticks. Coffee simmered in a clay pot; the men chatted. When a group of Nyangatom ap- proached and sat nearby, making small talk, Kornan was on guard, but nothing happened.