The Wise One
By the third month I had won their trust and one evening, was invited to join the Tribe as it assembled en masse to receive the blessing of the tribal elder, known as The Wise One.
A hushed stillness settled on the assembly as a solitary figure made his way slowly into the centre of the clearing, taking his place atop the ancient sacred rock.
Resplendent in his priestly robes, the face of the Wise One bore the scars of a hundred battles he had fought and won - and many he had lost.
I was honoured to record the moment with my camera.