Kings of the Desert

Photographer Stuart Butler travels to the Danakil Depression to capture a disappearing way of life

DESTINATION: ETHIOPIA

LOCATION: DANAKIL DEPRESSION

A camel train winds its way across the salt pan.

The line on the horizon bubbles and bends in the heat. Curtains of sand sweep over the desert plains and passing camels slip in and out of hazy focus. A man with a weathered face and a Kalashnikov machine gun slung over his shoulders saunters into the shade of a stick and wattle building. A hot wind blows, and somewhere, out there in the distance beyond the scorched white salt pans, a volcanic lake of lava boils in anger.

Local legend says that this land wasn’t always so tough. Once, so the tales of old go, the very ground here was made of pure, priceless gold, but that the wealth of the people who lived here made them become lazy and that gradually they forgot to pray to God and to thank Him for all the wealth He had given them. In retaliation He turned what was gold into salt. But, it’s still said that one day, when humans again live in peace and remember to pray to God, that He will turn the salt of the Danakil Depression, where I now stood, back into gold.

The Danakil Depression, which is one of the most jawdropping sights in Africa, spreads across a part of the northeast African countries of Ethiopia, Djibouti and Eritrea, is the lowest point in Africa and one of the lowest spots on the planet. Searing hot and highly volcanic, the tectonic forces at play here are so powerful that ever so slowly the Danakil – and indeed Africa itself – is being torn apart. One day, way into the distant future, this scorching and near water less desert will become the bed of a newly created ocean.

Even without its suicidal tendencies, the Danakil has a fearsome reputation. It has the hottest year-round average temperatures of anywhere on Earth (Dallol, an old mining town in the middle of Danakil, is said to be the single hottest place in the world, with a year-round average temperature of 34 Celsius and, between May and September, afternoon temperatures here are almost always above 50 degrees Celsius); it’s one of the most seismically active corners of the continent; and the Afar people, who call Danakil home, have long been renowned for their pride and independence. Indeed, before the 1930s almost every outsider who tried to explore the area found themselves in

Miners dig out salt from the land.

The bubbling Danakil Depression.

A camel waiting for his next load.

Sweet black tea keeps everyone refreshed.

the unfortunate position of being castrated by the not-so-friendly locals.

Today, the welcome is much warmer, but the climate, and pretty much everything else about Danakil, is just as extreme. In the few days I’d already been here I’d clambered gingerly through clouds of natural poison gas to the rim of the Erta Ale volcano in order to peer down into one of the world’s only permanent lava lakes. And, in a crater above the village of Dallol, I’d walked through a bizarre landscape of yellow, pink and garish green mushroom-like formations of sulphur rock. Exploring these sulphur fields, created by volcanic action, I felt like I was walking through a nuclear coral garden.

I’ve been a regular visitor to Ethiopia for more than 25 years and over that time I have seen the country transform itself in ways I could never have imagined during my first visit. But, one thing that never changes is the pleasure I get from taking pictures in Ethiopia. Due to the extreme conditions and difficulty of travelling here, the Danakil had always been a place that I’d only ever been able to

I caught my breath at the sight of hundreds of camels moving in a single, long, snake-like line across a simmering salt pan without a horizon”

The locals who live in one of the hottest places on Earth.

The arrival of trucks could mean the end of camel trains. | Editors’ Note: "The camel trains are very exotic and not seen often." – Dereck and Beverly Joubert

dream about visiting and photographing. I hadn’t been in Danakil very long before I’d concluded that with its exploding volcanoes and plains of extraterrestrial sulphur formations, the Danakil was certainly one of the most otherworldly places I’d ever witnessed.

But yet, it wasn’t so much the natural phenomena that had drawn me here, but the chance to photograph a group of people who, quite literally, carve a life out of the salt pans found all across the Danakil. One morning, about half-way through my stay, I woke with the rising sun. Peering out from the open-sided straw-and-twig shelter in which I had spent the night, I caught my breath at the sight of hundreds of camels, moving in a single, long, snake-like line across a simmering salt pan without a horizon. I jumped out of bed and roused my driver from his sleep, and we set off in haste to investigate.

Some minutes later, we caught up with the head of the camel caravan, and found three hardened men, faces scarred and lined by the desert wind, walking with determination through this scene of desolation. The men were, they informed me, salt miners from the much more gentle Ethiopian highlands, and every week or so throughout the cooler months of the year, they walked for days on end at the head of camel caravans hundreds strong to the Danakil’s vast salt pans. Here, they and their Afar companions cut, hack and smash neat blocks of rock salt from the burning ground, lash them to the camels and walk back the way they had come to sell the rock salt in the highland markets.

It’s a trade that has been conducted for generations, but as we arrived at the heart of the salt pan and the men set to work digging up the precious salt, they explained how they can see that life will change in the future. Cheaper, factoryproduced salt has already been flooding their traditional markets and reducing their profits, and to make matters even worse, a new road is slowly edging its way off the highland plateau, down across the Danakil wastelands and out into this salt pan.

When the heat of the rising day became too intense even for these apparently heat resistant men, we all moved into the slight shade generated by a tumble down stone shelter. Overly sweet black tea was poured into dirty glasses from a kettle that had become blackened from years of wood smoke. Sipping their tea, the men told me of their fears for the coming years. When the road eventually arrives, the men worry that it will bring with it trucks, which can carry the salt faster, cheaper and easier than these men can with their camels. And with the arrival of the trucks it’s likely that one of the last great camel caravans of Africa will vanish like the Danakil’s once legendary gold.

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Smashing the salt into smaller pieces to transport.

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