Along the Yaserengeti National Park, you can fully feel the rhythm of life while driving wildly, and you can smell death on the endless barren Gobi.

There is no grass on the barren and dry land, and there are occasional thatched huts on the roadside. In the 50-degree heat, barefoot children occasionally run after jeeps, and tornadoes on the horizon seem ready to swallow everything.

After a bumpy three-hour drive, arrive at Dallol Sulphur Lake. The thermometer inside the car shows 51 degrees outside. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a wave of heat. The sun bakes the earth mercilessly in a cloudless sky, and everything around seems to slow down.

The hotter it gets, the more you have to wear sun-protective clothing, sweating with every step, like a walking human-shaped sauna. Walk through the magmatic hills and towards the Sulphur Lake.

The smell of rotten eggs grows more and more pungent under the hot air, and in an instant it is like stepping into a magical planet, where colorful lakes are dotted with lava foam, and beneath this alluring landscape hides deadly sulphurous waters that can be viewed from afar without being profaned.

Leaving the sulphur lake, the car continued to speed on the endless Gobi until it saw a white salt-producing area in the distance. Salt miners chisel salt out little by little by their hands, and then walk for a few hours to bring it to the salt works by camels.

In the dry land, under the scorching sun, these salt miners can't drink a few glasses of water a day, let alone eat, and their backs are a little sad.

Although the scenery had already been astounded, arriving at Basecamp around 4pm, the sun seemed to show no signs of resting, and could only hide under the thatched hut to recharge for the night's climb.

It is one of the poorest countries in the world, with more than one-third of the population living below the poverty line and a per capita annual income of around $600. It's hard to imagine that this was once the world's leading and famous ancient country.

When the sun finally went down, everyone walked towards the crater, and it didn't take long to find that the soft black sand under their feet had turned into rugged volcanic rocks, and the night was gradually falling, but it felt like they were still walking in a steamer, and almost every step had to be poured into their throats.

The stars began to climb into the night sky, and soon the red dots ahead were seen twinkling in the darkness. The red dot gradually expands, and the heat wave from the lava gradually envelops the person.

At around 11 o'clock in the evening, I finally reached the top of the mountain and saw the smoky crater close at hand. Follow the steep cliffs to reach the crater. The lava boiled, gushed, and danced in front of your eyes, leaving scratches in the air, and the surrounding rocks were red in the magma, and the deafening roar dissipated with the wind layer by layer.

This is the closest I have ever been to a volcano,

Unforgettable!

I am extremely proud in my heart, my brother is also a man who has climbed the Himalayan snow-capped mountains and descended an active crater!

This is already the territory of Ethiopia, an ancient civilization on the East African plateau, and the Great Rift Valley runs through the territory of Ethiopia, where the legendary origin of mankind is located.

Most of the country is a plateau with a comfortable climate, with an average altitude of nearly 3,000 meters, and has the title of the roof of Africa.

People are ruthless, the world has only 12 months a year, but here there is an extra 13 months; everyone celebrates Christmas on December 25 and celebrates New Year's Day on January 1st, but it doesn't follow the usual path, setting Christmas on January 7th and New Year on September 7th.

When you come to the Omo River Valley, it is still a primitive wilderness, sparsely populated, scattered with lush forests and bushes, and most of the primitive tribes live in it.

This place was only discovered by National Geographic in the 80s of the 20th century and is considered to be the last ancient territory of the primitive tribes, inhabited by more than 50 tribes, who have never been in contact with foreigners before and do not know the outside world.

The tribal culture is well preserved, and in their opinion, they only belong to this land, only to the tribe where they are located, and there is no concept of a national at all.

Come here to see the mysterious primitive tribe, and under the guidance of a local guide, everyone will go deep into it for the first time. There are many Morses living here, also known as the Lippan tribe, and everyone was shocked when they met.

Because the women here have big discs on their lower lips and earlobes!

Later, I found out that they were not born like this, but deliberately made them like this the day after tomorrow. According to local records, long ago, when the Arabs invaded Ethiopia, in order to prevent the abduction of the women of the tribe by the Arabs, the locals cut the lips and earlobes of the women, and then stuffed them into the clay trays, which were stretched larger and larger, and disfigured in this form of self-mutilation, so as to ensure the reproduction of the tribe.

Slowly, the Moorses regarded the lip disc as a symbol of beauty, and the larger the woman's lip disc before marriage, the higher the bride price. They wear lip palettes with them most of the day, which they only take off when they eat.

Men are also not good at stubble, and are famous for their bull jumping rituals and whipping ceremonies. Men need to run naked over a row of cattle without falling off in order to prove that they are real men and then get married and have children.

Those who don't jump the cow can get married and have children, but the children born are not legal. So for the sake of the child, I can only do my best......

The flogging ceremony is even more bizarre and takes place before the bull jumping ceremony. The young girls sat in a circle and let the tribal lads whip themselves. The harder you smoke, the more interesting that lad is to you.

The girls' backs were bloody, and the girls were very happy......

The most awesome are the girls of the Karlo tribe, after entering puberty, they often have to endure severe pain, cut some holes in the skin with knives in the chest and abdomen, and then insert a large number of bamboo sticks into the wounds, and make them show a certain pattern.

Once the wound has healed, the carefully crafted pattern remains on the chest and abdomen. Various patterns are also depicted on the face and body with white, black, yellow, ochre pigments and red clay.

The Karlo men said that the patterns on the girls' bodies were very attractive to them, and that after such treatment, they would become more and more attractive.

When the bride arrives at her husband's house, it is customary for the bride's family to coat her arms, breasts and belly with milk fat from the groom's cows. This ritual is a continuation of the beautification of the bride's body before entering the cave house, and it also symbolizes that the groom's family has fully accepted the bride who has been robbed.

Men also like to depict various patterns on their bodies and inlay them with ornaments. From a distance, everyone is colorless, wild and full of fashion.

During courtship, the men will dress up and wear beautiful feathers on their bodies, dressed like peacocks, worthy of a primitive tribe, very good and powerful.

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