As the sun set over a lake in Tanzania, a group of remote tribal villagers observed the strange antics of a Western male visitor. He was upside down, his back leaning against a rock, and having a bad attack of second thoughts.
Jeff Leach had just “inserted a turkey baster into my bum and injected the faeces of a Hadza man — a member of one of the last remaining hunter-gatherers tribes in the world — into my nether regions . . . I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake”.
In this article we are going to meet a group of men each of whom have done startlingly revolting things. They appear at first to be lunatics, but they are in fact pioneers