I could not even imagine so many people and livestock sharing such a small place. As it was already feeling a little tight in the hut we went outside. Another few tourists had also arrived armed with cameras too … and this is where everything took a turn for the worse, in that it all descended into a free-for-all. Tourists (like myself) come here to see their way of life and their lip plates. The Mursi living at this end of the village are all too aware of this and charge for the privilege of us taking photos. Suddenly a few other Mursi arrived, some grabbing my arm demanding I take their photo in exchange for cash. Tourism can do wonderful things for local communities, but here I felt that they had not yet come up with a system where tourists could visit their village (for which a fee had already been paid), interact through local guides with the villagers, and yes, take some pictures. At the same time, the Mursi should not feel they are not the victims of this ‘human safari’, then maybe they would not be so aggressive in their demand for money. This was a sad anti-climax to a much anticipated trip, and with a tinge of disappointment I left the Mursi behind and headed back across the park, probably never to see them again.This blog is part of an Off-The-Beaten-Track Travel Diary. Click on the link below to navigate through this journey.